Late September (Amy Lowell Poem)
Tang of fruitage in the air; Red boughs bursting everywhere; Shimmering of seeded grass; Hooded gentians all a'mass. Warmth of ...
Tang of fruitage in the air; Red boughs bursting everywhere; Shimmering of seeded grass; Hooded gentians all a'mass. Warmth of ...
Oh, there are times When all this fret and tumult that we hear Do seem more stale than to the ...
Good Father!. 'Twas an eve in middle June, And war was waged anew By great Napoleon, who for years had ...
Children, if you dare to think Of the greatness, rareness, muchness Fewness of this precious only Endless world in which ...
Achievin' sech distinction with his moddel tabble dote Ez to make his Red Hoss Mountain restauraw a place uv note, ...
The Blue Horizon wuz a mine us fellers all thought well uv, And there befell the episode I now perpose ...
The mountain brook sung lonesomelike, and loitered on its way Ez if it waited for a child to jine it ...
SHE stood against the kitchen sink, and looked Over the sink out through a dusty window At weeds the water ...
I took a contract to bury the body of blasphemous Bill MacKie, Whenever, wherever or whatsoever the manner of death ...
I wanted the gold, and I sought it, I scrabbled and mucked like a slave. Was it famine or scurvy ...
'Twas in the bleary middle of the hard-boiled Arctic night, I was lonesome as a loon, so if you can, ...
In the little Crimson Manual it's written plain and clear That who would wear the scarlet coat shall say good-bye ...
I never killed a bear because I always thought them critters was So kindo' cute; Though round my shack they ...
You've heard of Julot the apache, and Gigolette, his mome. . . . Montmartre was their hunting-ground, but Belville was ...
I Flat as a drum-head stretch the haggard snows; The mighty skies are palisades of light; The stars are blurred; ...
'Tis hard to hang a husky lad When larks are in the sky; It hurts when daffydills are glad To ...
I met an ancient man who mushed With Peary to the Pole. Said I, "In all that land so hushed ...
Hog Butcher for the World, Tool Maker, Stacker of Wheat, Player with Railroads and the Nation's Freight Handler; Stormy, husky, ...
TODAY I will let the old boat stand Where the sweep of the harbor tide comes in To the pulse ...
The sun is hotter than the top ledge in a steam bath; The ravine, crazed, is rampaging below. Spring -- ...
Patience, little Heart. One day a heavy, June-hot woman Will enter and shut the door to stay. And when your ...
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