Pickthorn Manor (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
It was an artless Bandar, and he danced upon a pine, And much I wondered how he lived, and where ...
1 They bade me cast the thing away, 2 They pointed to my hands all bleeding, 3 They listened not ...
It was the pleasant season yet, When the stones at cottage doors Dry quickly, while the roads are wet, After ...
Steel doors - guillotine gates - of the doorless house closed massively. We were locked in with loss. Guards frisked ...
(i) i believed in flower-power (the triumph of the meek) the thought that what a wind could bend was not ...
six...six...why only yesterday it seems that fist shot out that one eye winked...and yet now that this day's arrived it ...
The oak leaf freshly fallen dry against the wet payment caught where it fitfully was perched before being grasped, propelled ...
How do they really understand, concepts that I would never have grasped at their age, I am sure, able to ...
I hear the verse in the cells of my fingers feel the pull of the words on the keyboard typing ...
Like a thick cluster of ripe Concord grapes The blueberries hung on the bush Eager for my grasp, their liberation ...
A lantern light from deeper in the barn Shone on a man and woman in the door And threw their ...
Something there is that doesn't love a wall, That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it And spills the upper boulder in ...
Drowning is not so pitiful As the attempt to rise Three times, 'tis said, a sinking man Comes up to ...
I robbed the Woods -- The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses My fantasy to ...
Hark ! from the battlements of yonder tower The solemn bell has tolled the midnight hour ! Roused from drear ...
Behold, the grave of a wicked man, And near it, a stern spirit. There came a drooping maid with violets, ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
ALL hail! inexorable lord! At whose destruction-breathing word, The mightiest empires fall! Thy cruel, woe-delighted train, The ministers of grief ...
World was in the face of the beloved--, but suddenly it poured out and was gone: world is outside, world ...
My eyes already touch the sunny hill. going far ahead of the road I have begun. So we are grasped ...
Ye sons of Great Britain, I think no shame To write in praise of brave General Graham! Whose name will ...
'Twas in the year of 1893, and on the 17th and 18th of November, Which the people of Dundee and ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
His first infidelity was a mistake, but not as big As her false pregnancy. Later, the boy found out He ...
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