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 ...
et plus profonde, ou l'interet et l'avarice parlent moins haut que la raison, dans les instants de chagrin domestique, de ...
This is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms; But front their silent ...
I like that ancient Saxon phrase, which calls The burial-ground God's-Acre! It is just; It consecrates each grave within its ...
Help for a patriot distressed, a spotless spirit hurt, Help for an honourable clan sore trampled in the dirt! From ...
High the vanes of Shrewsbury gleam Islanded in Severn stream; The bridges from the steepled crest Cross the water east ...
(A BALLAD IN THE ANGLO-SAXON TONGUE) When to the dreary greenwood gloam Winfreda's husband strode that day, The fair Winfreda ...
I'll tell of the Battle of Hastings, As happened in days long gone by, When Duke William became King of ...
I Lover of beauty, walking on the height Of pure philosophy and tranquil song; Born to behold the visions that ...
One in thy thousand statues we salute thee On all thy thousand thrones acclaim and claim Who walk in forest ...
Those moments, tasted once and never done, Of long surf breaking in the mid-day sun. A far-off blow-hole booming like ...
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...
I would I were a careless child, Still dwelling in my highland cave, Or roaming through the dusky wild, Or ...
Oh destiny of Borges to have sailed across the diverse seas of the world or across that single and solitary ...
WHEN Guilford good our pilot stood An' did our hellim thraw, man, Ae night, at tea, began a plea, Within ...
(Time -- the Ninth Century) To-morrow, comrade, we On the battle-plain must be, There to conquer, or both lie low! ...
The valley lay smiling before me, Where lately I left her behind; Yet I trembled, and something hung o'er me, ...
Though the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see, Yet wherever thou art shall seem Erin to me; In ...
(Note: - Pocahontas is buried at Gravesend, England.) "Pocahontas' body, lovely as a poplar, sweet as a red haw in ...
WRITTEN FOR LORADO TAFT'S STATUE OF BLACK HAWK AT OREGON, ILLINOIS To be given in the manner of the Indian ...
I. EDWIN BOOTH An old actor at the Player's Club told me that Edwin Booth first impersonated Hamlet when a ...
I opened the ink-well and smoke filled the room. The smoke formed the giant frog-cat of my doom. His web ...
Oft seems the Time a market-town Where many merchant-spirits meet Who up and down and up and down Cry out ...
Star of my heart, I follow from afar. Sweet Love on high, lead on where shepherds are, Where Time is ...
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