Malmaison (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
I. Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
It was an artless Bandar, and he danced upon a pine, And much I wondered how he lived, and where ...
I. Reference to a Passage in Plutarch's Life of Sulla The people buying and selling, consuming pleasures, talking in the ...
(a) radical ban all fires and places where people congregate to create comfort put an end to sleep good cooking ...
Now that they've got it settled whose I be, I'm going to tell them something they won't like: They've got ...
I pray thee leave, love me no more, Call home the heart you gave me. I but in vain that ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
Three old hermits took the air By a cold and desolate sea, First was muttering a prayer, Second rummaged for ...
(To Marcel Schwob in friendship and in admiration) In a dim corner of my room for longer than my fancy ...
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round, At Camelot, high above the ...
From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done In tournament or tilt, Sir Percivale, Whom Arthur and his knighthood called ...
I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, Wherein at ease for aye to dwell. I said, "O Soul, make merry ...
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round, At Camelot, high above the ...
I have sought Happiness, but it has been A lovely rainbow, baffling all pursuit, And tasted Pleasure, but it was ...
The world is sadly sick, they say, And plagued by woe and pain. But look! How looms my garden gay, ...
Ever since those wondrous days of Creation our Lord God sleeps: we are His sleep. And He accepted this in ...
Vengeful across the cold November moors, Loud with ancestral shame there came the bleak Sad wind that shrieked, and answered ...
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...
This institution, perhaps one should say enterprise out of respect for which one says one need not change one's mind ...
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