The Blue Scarf (Amy Lowell Poem)
Pale, with the blue of high zeniths, shimmered over with silver, brocaded In smooth, running patterns, a soft stuff, with ...
Pale, with the blue of high zeniths, shimmered over with silver, brocaded In smooth, running patterns, a soft stuff, with ...
Did the people of Viet Nam use lanterns of stone? Did they hold ceremonies to reverence the opening of buds? ...
Er-Heb beyond the Hills of Ao-Safai Bears witness to the truth, and Ao-Safai Hath told the men of Gorukh. Thence ...
Perhaps, long hence, when I have passed away, Some other's feature, accent, thought like mine, Will carry you back to ...
dodona oak (the tree of life) sheds leaves nutritious-which feeds blood and mind today there's not a jot (from which ...
A blue sky of autumn Red maple leaves, frost on the window rust on the tractor left too long in ...
When Willie was a little boy, No more than five or six, Right constantly he did annoy His mother with ...
WHEN Francis (named the first) o'er Frenchmen reign'd, In Italy young Arthur laurels gained, And oft such daring valour showed ...
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold. Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold. To this the god ...
IN ev'ry age, at Naples, we are told, Intrigue and gallantry reign uncontrolled; With beauteous objects in abundance blessed. No ...
To the tune of "Rinsing Silk Stream" Saddened by the dying spring, I am too weary to rearrange my hair. ...
To the tune of "Intoxicated in the Shadow of Flowers" Thin mist, dense clouds, a grief-stricken day; auspicious incense burns ...
To the tune of "Rinsing Silk Stream" Thousands of light flakes of crushed gold for its blossoms, Trimmed jade for ...
To the tune of "Happy Event Is Nigh" The wind ceases; fallen flowers pile high. Outside my screen, petals collect ...
The fragrance of the pink lotus fails, the jade mat hints of autumn. Softly I unfasten my silk cloak, Who ...
To the tune of "Intoxicated Under the Shadow of Flowers" Light mists and heavy clouds, melancholy the long dreary day. ...
The sun sets in molten gold. The evening clouds form a jade disk. Where is he? Dense white mist envelops ...
We shall not ask for the precious pearl of the Duke of Sui, nor for the priceless jade disk of ...
Eclogue the First. Whanne Englonde, smeethynge from her lethal wounde, From her galled necke dyd twytte the chayne awaie, Kennynge ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
CONTENTED wi' little, and cantie wi' mair, Whene'er I forgather wi' Sorrow and Care, I gie them a skelp as ...
For John Malcolm Brinnin and Bill Read: Duxbury It was cold and windy, scarcely the day to take a walk ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
WHILE new-ca'd kye rowte at the stake An' pownies reek in pleugh or braik, This hour on e'enin's edge I ...
WHEN chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet; As market days are wearing late, And folk begin ...
A Tale "Of Brownyis and of Bogilis full is this Buke." -Gawin Douglas. When chapman billies leave the street, And ...
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