The Great Adventure of Max Breuck (Amy Lowell Poem)
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
PART I Queen Hilda rode along the lines, And she was young and fair; And forward on her shoulders fell ...
I go to concert, party, ball -- What profit is in these? I sit alone against the wall And strive ...
Bid adieu, adieu, adieu, Bid adieu to girlish days, Happy Love is come to woo Thee and woo thy girlish ...
GRANDMOTHER's mother: her age, I guess, Thirteen summers, or something less; Girlish bust, but womanly air; Smooth, square forehead with ...
As I drive to the junction of lane and highway, And the drizzle bedrenches the waggonette, I look behind at ...
Love of my life, you Are lost and I am Young again. A few years pass. The air fills With ...
'Tis years, soubrette, since last we met; And yet--ah, yet, how swift and tender My thoughts go back in time's ...
The wind comes whispering to me of the country green and cool-- Of redwing blackbirds chattering beside a reedy pool; ...
At Madge, ye hoyden, gossips scofft, Ffor that a romping wench was shee-- "Now marke this rede," they bade her ...
NO easy matter 'tis to hold, Against its owner's will, the fleece Who troubled by the itching smart Of Cupid's ...
Pretty Nymph! within this Shade, Whilst the Flocks to rest are laid, Whilst the World dissolves in Heat, Take ...
Ah blame me not, Catcott, if from the right way My notions and actions run far. How can my ideas ...
A Mother's breast: Safe refuge from her childish fears, From childish troubles, childish tears, Mists that enshroud her dawning years! ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
The lady at the corner wicket Sold me a stamp, I stooped to lick it, And on the envelope to ...
THE ROSES slanted crimson sobs On the night sky hair of the women, And the long light-fingered men Spoke to ...
Sleep, pretty lady, the night is enfolding you; Drift, and so lightly, on crystalline streams. Wrapped in its perfumes, the ...
Kind solace in a dying hour! Such, father, is not (now) my theme- I will not madly deem that power ...
This, then, is she, My mother as she looked at seventeen, When she first met my father. Young incredibly, Younger ...
UNDER THE BLESSING OF YOUR PSYCHE WINGS Though I have found you llke a snow-drop pale, On sunny days have ...
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