The Bombardment (Amy Lowell Poem)
Slowly, without force, the rain drops into the city. It stops a moment on the carved head of Saint John, ...
Slowly, without force, the rain drops into the city. It stops a moment on the carved head of Saint John, ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
NOT in the world of light alone, Where God has built his blazing throne, Nor yet alone in earth below, ...
At the end of a long-walled garden in a red provincial town, A brick path led to a mulberry- scanty ...
The last pose flickered, failed. The screen's dead white Glared in a sudden flooding of harsh light Stabbing the eyes; ...
THE DAY returns, my bosom burns, The blissful day we twa did meet: Tho' winter wild in tempest toil'd, Ne'er ...
1. Earth was not: nor globes of attraction The will of the Immortal expanded Or contracted his all flexible senses. ...
1.1 "What is the price of Experience? do men buy it for a song? 1.2 Or wisdom for a dance ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
Purple as tulips in May, mauve into lush velvet, purple as the stain blackberries leave on the lips, on the ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
Since Christmas they have lived with us, Guileless and clear, Oval soul-animals, Taking up half the space, Moving and rubbing ...
This, then, is she, My mother as she looked at seventeen, When she first met my father. Young incredibly, Younger ...
This brand of soap has the same smell as once in the big House he visited when he was eight: ...
See how the Orient Dew, Shed from the Bosom of the Morn Into the blowing Roses, Yet careless of its ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
Burning, he walks in the stream of flickering letters, clarinets, machines throbbing quicker than the heart, lopped-off heads, silk canvases, ...
What do you see now? Globes of red, yellow, purple. Just a moment! And now? My father and mother and ...
Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl, When Adam waked, so ...
More like a vault -- you pull the handle out and on the shelves: not a lot, and what there ...
From cold Norse caves or buccaneer Southern seas Oft come repenting tempests here to die; Bewailing old-time wrecks and robberies, ...
The robin laughed in the orange-tree: "Ho, windy North, a fig for thee: While breasts are red and wings are ...
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