Aftermath (Amy Lowell Poem)
I learnt to write to you in happier days, And every letter was a piece I chipped From off my ...
I learnt to write to you in happier days, And every letter was a piece I chipped From off my ...
What instinct forces man to journey on, Urged by a longing blind but dominant! Nothing he sees can hold him, ...
In Vienna there are ten little girls, a shoulder for death to cry on, and a forest of dried pigeons. ...
On the Mountains of the Prairie, On the great Red Pipe-stone Quarry, Gitche Manito, the mighty, He the Master of ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
A Vienna ci sono dieci ragazze, una spalla dove piange la morte e un bosco di colombe disseccate. C'e' un ...
THESE are the most singular of all the Poems of Goethe, and to many will appear so wild and fantastic, ...
In some ways, he is standing on their shoulders, fulfilling their dreams, his dream made real, in this moment this ...
It was one time in the temple, two intertwined stories, continuous moments seamlessly woven by the master to the listening ...
My eye catches, notices A small detail A flower, berry, bug Flake, fragment Texture or color drawn to it Hold ...
Huge elm, with rifted trunk all notched and scarred, Like to a warrior's destiny! I love To stretch me often ...
Swiftly out from the friendly lilt of the band, The crowd's good laughter, the loved eyes of men, I am ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
I. Your ghost will walk, you lover of trees, (If our loves remain) In an English lane, By a cornfield-side ...
The fields are chill, the sparse rain has stopped; The colours of Spring teem on every side. With leaping fish ...
O God, O Venus, O Mercury, patron of thieves, Give me in due time, I beseech you, a little tobacco-shop, ...
Though dark are our sorrows, today we'll forget them, And smile through our tears, like a sunbeam in showers: There ...
In the wide bed Under the freen embroidered quilt With flowers and leaves always in soft motion She is like ...
I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground. So it is, and so ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
Some people confuse inspiration with lightning not me I know it comes from the lungs and air you breathe it ...
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