The Cross-Roads (Amy Lowell Poem)
A bullet through his heart at dawn. On the table a letter signed with a woman's name. A wind that ...
A bullet through his heart at dawn. On the table a letter signed with a woman's name. A wind that ...
They lie, the men who tell us for reasons of their own That want is here a stranger, and that ...
Away by the lands of the Japanee Where the paper lanterns glow And the crews of all the shipping drink ...
There's a regret So grinding, so immitigably sad, Remorse thereby feels tolerant, even glad. ... Do you not know it ...
Oh, there are times When all this fret and tumult that we hear Do seem more stale than to the ...
He loved her and she loved him His kisses sucked out her whole past and future or tried to He ...
Having a wheel and four legs of its own Has never availed the cumbersome grindstone To get it anywhere that ...
A huge shoe mounts up from the horizon, squealing and grinding forward on small wheels, even as a man sitting ...
In the night there are of course the seven wonders of the world and the greatness tragedy and enchantment. Forests ...
Gnashing teeth, a grinding meet of molars crashing cuspid on cuspid and the fracture of a piece, of pressure not ...
The events of September 11th 2001 remain bitter sweet; as well as 2973 innocents confirmed dead (with their 19 terrorist ...
I Soul, what art thou in the tribes of the sea? LORD, said a flying fish, Below the foundations of ...
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
Tomorrow's Thursday again, swept with the days' meandering flow: this, that, and the week goes, hearing time splash through cracks. ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
The end was quick and bitter. Slow and sweet was the time between us, slow and sweet were the nights ...
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young ...
1.1 "What is the price of Experience? do men buy it for a song? 1.2 Or wisdom for a dance ...
And if my heart be scarred and burned, The safer, I, for all I learned; The calmer, I, to see ...
America, from a grain of maize you grew to crown with spacious lands the ocean foam. A grain of maize ...
A heroic story I will unfold, Concerning Jenny Carrister, a heroine bold, Who lived in Australia, at a gold mine ...
Streets of the roaring town, Hush for him, hus, be still! He comes, who was stricken down Doing the word ...
We were a tribe, a family, a people. Wallace and Bruce guard now a painted field, And all may read ...
Lo from our loitering ship a new land at last to be seen; Toothed rocks down the side of the ...
As to democracy, fellow citizens, Are you not prepared to admit That I, who inherited riches and was to the ...
The old man had his box and wheel For grinding knives and shears. No doubt his bell in village streets ...
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