A Roxbury Garden (Amy Lowell Poem)
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes, Criss-cross shoes, Minna and Stella run out into the garden To play at hoop. ...
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes, Criss-cross shoes, Minna and Stella run out into the garden To play at hoop. ...
Talking with my beloved in New York I stood at the outdoor public telephone in Mexican sunlight, in my purple ...
ACT I. SC. I Enter Teryth from riding, Winefred following. T. WHAT is it, Gwen, my girl? why do you ...
Hold hard, Ned! Lift me down once more, and lay me in the shade. Old man, you've had your work ...
Under this loop of honeysuckle, A creeping, coloured caterpillar, I gnaw the fresh green hawthorn spray, I nibble it leaf ...
backroad leafmold stonewall chipmunk underbrush grapevine woodchuck shadblow woodsmoke cowbarn honeysuckle woodpile sawhorse bucksaw outhouse wellsweep backdoor flagstone bulkhead buttermilk ...
Love at the lips was touch As sweet as I could bear; And once that seemed too much; I lived ...
What sort of arrow split the sky and this rock? It's quivering, spreading like a peacock's fan Like the mist ...
SO shuts the marigold her leaves At the departure of the sun; So from the honeysuckle sheaves The bee goes ...
God bless the little orchard brown Where the sap stirs these quickening days. Soon in a white and rosy gown ...
Perhaps if Death is kind, and there can be returning, We will come back to earth some fragrant night, And ...
What is death, I ask. What is life, you ask. I give them both my buttocks, my two wheels rolling ...
Let Ramah rejoice with Cochineal. Let Gaba rejoice with the Prickly Pear, which the Cochineal feeds on. Let Nebo rejoice ...
Consider a girl who keeps slipping off, arms limp as old carrots, into the hypnotist's trance, into a spirit world ...
There's a drip of honeysuckle in the deep green lane; There's old Martin jogging homeward on his worn old wain; ...
Remember midsummer: the fragrance of box, of white roses And of phlox. And upon a honeysuckle branch Three snails hanging ...
I PAUSED beside the cabin door and saw the King of Kings at play, Tumbled upon the grass I spied ...
A vanished house that for an hour I knew By some forgotten chance when I was young Had once a ...
Beautiful Sun! with thy golden rays, To God, the wise Creator, be all praise; For thou nourisheth all the creation, ...
Thou art not lovelier than lilacs,-no, Nor honeysuckle; thou art not more fair Than small white single poppies,-I can bear ...
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales. The Persons The ATTENDANT ...
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