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 ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
A bullet through his heart at dawn. On the table a letter signed with a woman's name. A wind that ...
The little boy pressed his face against the window-pane and looked out at the bright sunshiny morning. The cobble-stones of ...
Glinting golden through the trees, Apples of Hesperides! Through the moon-pierced warp of night Shoot pale shafts of yellow light, ...
As you read, a white bear leisurely pees, dyeing the snow saffron, and as you read, many gods lie among ...
1 On my way home from school up tribal Providence Hill past the Academy ballpark where I could never hope ...
A much-discerning Public hold The Singer generally sings And prints and sells his past for gold. Whatever I may here ...
THE FAIRY TEMPLE; OR, OBERON'S CHAPEL DEDICATED TO MR JOHN MERRIFIELD, COUNSELLOR AT LAW RARE TEMPLES THOU HAST SEEN, I ...
Come pity us, all ye who see Our harps hung on the willow-tree; Come pity us, ye passers-by, Who see ...
I When of tender mind and body I was moved by minstrelsy, And that strain "The Bridge of Lodi" Brought ...
As I went down to Dymchurch Wall, I heard the South sing o'er the land I saw the yellow sunlight ...
Of Yellow was the outer Sky In Yellower Yellow hewn Till Saffron in Vermilion slid Whose seam could not be ...
He lay within a warm, soft world Of motion. Colors bloomed and fled, Maroon and turquoise, saffron, red, Wave upon ...
God bless Henry. He lived like a rat, with a thatch of hair on his head in the beginning. Henry ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
from Senlin: A Biography It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning When the light drips through the shutters ...
Just when I thought there wasn't room enough for another thought in my head, I had this great idea-- call ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
HONEY, child, honey, child, whither are you going? Would you cast your jewels all to the breezes blowing? Would you ...
If I were a cinnamon peeler I would ride your bed And leave the yellow bark dust On your pillow. ...
SHALT thou be conquered of a human fate My liege, my lover, whose imperial head Hath never bent in sorrow ...
My Claudia, it is long since we have met, So kissed, so held each other heart to heart! I thought ...
Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went, Following the beasts upon a fresh spring day; But since his horn-tipped bow ...
I may not weep, not weep, and he is dead. A weary, weary weight of tears unshed Through the long ...
With Apologies to Mr. Swinburne. For repose I have sighed and have struggled ; have sigh'd and have struggled in ...
The perfume of your body dulls my sense. I want nor wine nor weed; your breath alone Suffices. In this ...
Who set, between those rocks like cinder, to show the honey of dream, that golden broom, those blue rosemaries? Who ...
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