The Cross-Roads (Amy Lowell Poem)
A bullet through his heart at dawn. On the table a letter signed with a woman's name. A wind that ...
A bullet through his heart at dawn. On the table a letter signed with a woman's name. A wind that ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
The merry world did on a day With his train-bands and mates agree To meet together where I lay, And ...
from late december onwards the day comes back but not till february do we see those glimpses that let us ...
What tears there must be in heaven because we do not love our neighbor only seeing the differences that let ...
Obey the law and you will live So were the words of the savior, the messiah to a people who ...
She was running this morning early Sunday morning while we drove by on the way to church black top, black ...
The monster has escaped from the dungeon where he was kept by the Baron, who made him with knobs sticking ...
Because the road to our house is a back road, meadowlands punctuated by gravel quarry and lumberyard, there are unexpected ...
Old King Cole Was a merry old soul And a merry old soul was he He called for his pipe ...
A man went before a strange God -- The God of many men, sadly wise. And the deity thundered loudly, ...
i Blustering God, Stamping across the sky With loud swagger, I fear You not. No, though from Your highest heaven ...
And what is Life? An hour-glass on the run, A mist retreating from the morning sun, A busy, bustling, still-repeated ...
Three hours ago he blundered up the trench, Sliding and poising, groping with his boots; Sometimes he tripped and lurched ...
Three hours ago he blundered up the trench, Sliding and poising, groping with his boots; Sometimes he tripped and lurched ...
First Girl When this yokel comes maundering, Whetting his hacker, I shall run before him, Diffusing the civilest odors Out ...
Storm-clouds hurtle, storm-clouds hover; Flying snow is set alight By the moon whose form they cover; Blurred the heavens, blurred ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
Come with me, and we will blow Lots of bubbles, as we go; Bubbles bright as ever Hope Drew from ...
This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green, Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame-filled bushes, Thorn-blossom lifting ...
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