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 ...
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
In these days of peace and money, free to all the Commonweal, There are ancient dames in Buckland wearing wedding ...
The night too quickly passes And we are growing old, So let us fill our glasses And toast the Days ...
There's no sense in going further -- it's the edge of cultivation," So they said, and I believed it -- ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
South of the Line, inland from far Durban, A mouldering soldier lies--your countryman. Awry and doubled up are his gray ...
I I saw a slowly-stepping train -- Lined on the brows, scoop-eyed and bent and hoar -- Following in files ...
the cupboard was done up on the outside in the brightest of colours the house it was part of was ...
A young man of strong body, weakened by hunger, sat on the walker's portion of the street stretching his hand ...
I've been list'nin' to them lawyers In the court house up the street, An' I've come to the conclusion That ...
It troubled me as once I was -- For I was once a Child -- Concluding how an Atom -- ...
All overgrown by cunning moss, All interspersed with weed, The little cage of "Currer Bell" In quiet "Haworth" laid. Gathered ...
The Rose did caper on her cheek -- Her Bodice rose and fell -- Her pretty speech -- like drunken ...
As if some little Arctic flower Upon the polar hem -- Went wandering down the Latitudes Until it puzzled came ...
Through lane it lay -- through bramble -- Through clearing and through wood -- Banditti often passed us Upon the ...
Once more, my now bewildered Dove Bestirs her puzzled wings Once more her mistress, on the deep Her troubled question ...
Forever at His side to walk -- The smaller of the two! Brain of His Brain -- Blood of His ...
Two or three angels Came near to the earth. They saw a fat church. Little black streams of people Came ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
The angel of self-discipline, her guardian Since she first knew and had to go away From home that spring to ...
This boy, of course, was dead, whatever that might mean. And nobly dead. I think we should feel he was ...
Safe in the magic of my woods I lay, and watched the dying light. Faint in the pale high solitudes, ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
Si credere dignum est.--Virgil, Georgics, III, 390 Oh, worthy of belief I hold it was, Virgil, your legend in those ...
arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies' Betterment League Arrive in the afternoon, the late light slanting In diluted gold bars ...
Little white love, your way you've taken; Now I am left alone, alone. Little white love, my heart's forsaken. (Whom ...
When I carefully consider the curious habits of dogs I am compelled to conclude That man is the superior animal. ...
"My propositions serve as elucidations in the following way: anyone who understands them eventually recognizes them as nonsensical, when he ...
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