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 ...
But like love the archers are blind Upon the green night, the piercing saetas leave traces of warm lily. The ...
"Build me straight, O worthy Master! Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster, And with ...
"Speak! speak I thou fearful guest Who, with thy hollow breast Still in rude armor drest, Comest to daunt me! ...
Up attic, Lucas Harrison, God rest his frugal bones, once kept a tidy account by knifecut of some long-gone harvest. ...
Hear now the Song of the Dead -- in the North by the torn berg-edges -- They that look still ...
This ballad appears to refer to one of the exploits of the notorious Paul Jones, the American pirate. It is ...
I've paid for your sickest fancies; I've humoured your crackedest whim -- Dick, it's your daddy, dying; you've got to ...
Eyes of grey -- a sodden quay, Driving rain and falling tears, As the steamer wears to sea In a ...
And reports the derelict Mary Pollock still at sea. SHIPPING NEWS. I was the staunchest of our fleet Till the ...
When the flush of a new-born sun fell first on Eden's green and gold, Our father Adam sat under the ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
from late december onwards the day comes back but not till february do we see those glimpses that let us ...
whirligig twister dancer prancer st vitus's quester chancer romancer the inkman cometh from that nether world where dream and coincidence ...
The ocean heaves around us still With long and measured swell, The autumn gales our canvas fill, Our ship rides ...
like the keel of a ship our priorities in like choosing from all others the direction we take we are ...
We can be masters choosing our own path for good or for evil we have free will We can be ...
The skin of the lake sliced not quite silently the fiberglass keel cutting the waves yet almost still after midnight ...
At 1:00 in the morning on a moonlit, starlit night in northern Maine, in the Allagash Wilderness silent strangers, worked ...
A dear old couple my grandparents were, And kind to all dumb things; they saw in Heaven The lamb that ...
As imperceptibly as Grief The Summer lapsed away -- Too imperceptible at last To seem like Perfidy -- A Quietness ...
I thought of how a whale's white ribs could choke the sky's blue neck, massive vertebrae half-buried in sand, and ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
When our yacht sails seaward on steady keel And the wind is moist with breath of brine And our laughter ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
I know 'tis but a loom of land, Yet is it land, and so I will rejoice, I know I ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
HEAR, Land o' Cakes, and brither Scots, Frae Maidenkirk to Johnie Groat's;- If there's a hole in a' your coats, ...
So swift the hours are moving Unto the time unproved: Farewell my love unloving, Farewell my love beloved! What! are ...
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