Patterns (Amy Lowell Poem)
I walk down the garden paths, And all the daffodils Are blowing, and the bright blue squills. I walk down ...
I walk down the garden paths, And all the daffodils Are blowing, and the bright blue squills. I walk down ...
On sunny slope and beechen swell, The shadowed light of evening fell; And, where the maple's leaf was brown, With ...
More than a hundred years ago, in a great battle fought near Delhi, an Indian Prince rode fifty miles after ...
So long as 'neath the Kalka hills The tonga-horn shall ring, So long as down the Solon dip The hard-held ...
To the legion of the lost ones, to the cohort of the damned, To my brethren in their sorrow overseas, ...
Eddi, priest of St. Wilfrid In his chapel at Manhood End, Ordered a midnight service For such as cared to ...
Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet, Till Earth and Sky stand presently ...
The pockets of our greatcoats full of barley... No kitchens on the run, no striking camp... We moved quick and ...
Hold hard, Ned! Lift me down once more, and lay me in the shade. Old man, you've had your work ...
As the first seal was broken one of the beast said come and see, I watched as I saw a ...
Up rode the white horse, From somewhere far below; Prideful, full of power, And charming as a doe. ***** The ...
The canter of the deer out in the bare wood reminding me of the pictures on the TV The bright ...
The Return of the King And his reapers Gathering in the ones Eagerly waiting his return No more sin, no ...
The Return of the King And his reapers Gathering in one Eagerly waiting his return No more sin, no more ...
The Return of the King And his reapers Gathering in ones Eagerly waiting his return No more sin, no more ...
She wasn't reading the words on the page not to herself at least, she was preaching from the Book she ...
The Return of the King And his reapers Gathering in the one Eagerly waiting his return No more sin, no ...
Come, Phyllis, I've a cask of wine That fairly reeks with precious juices, And in your tresses you shall twine ...
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awaye Ye poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a ...
To the right, the sky, to the left, the sea. And before your eyes, the grass and its flowers. A ...
A livid sky on London And like the iron steeds that rear A shock of engines halted And I knew ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And ...
I. You know, we French stormed Ratisbon: A mile or so away, On a little mound, Napoleon Stood on our ...
THOU, Liberty, thou art my theme; Not such as idle poets dream, Who trick thee up a heathen goddess That ...
Now the new chum loaded his three-nought-three, It's a small-bore gun, but his hopes were big. "I am fed to ...
The Honorable Ardleigh Wyse Was every fisherman's despair; He caught his fish on floating flies, In fact he caught them ...
There was movement at the station, for the word has passed around That the colt from old Regret had got ...
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