The Basket (Amy Lowell Poem)
I The inkstand is full of ink, and the paper lies white and unspotted, in the round of light thrown ...
I The inkstand is full of ink, and the paper lies white and unspotted, in the round of light thrown ...
Goaded and harassed in the factory That tears our life up into bits of days Ticked off upon a clock ...
August 14th, 1914 Into the brazen, burnished sky, the cry hurls itself. The zigzagging cry of hoarse throats, it floats ...
Out West, where the stars are brightest, Where the scorching north wind blows, And the bones of the dead gleam ...
By homestead, hut, and shearing-shed, By railroad, coach, and track -- By lonely graves of our brave dead, Up-Country and ...
'Twas in the prime of summer-time An evening calm and cool, And four-and-twenty happy boys Came bounding out of school: ...
HER hands are cold; her face is white; No more her pulses come and go; Her eyes are shut to ...
I Jesús, Estrella, Esperanza, Mercy: Sails flashing to the wind like weapons, sharks following the moans the fever and the ...
The morn arrived; his footstep quickly scared The gentle sleep that round my senses clung, And I, awak'ning, from my ...
What could be dafter Than John Skelton's laughter? What sound more tenderly Than his pretty poetry? So where to rank ...
The beauty of creation is found in the context of creation the story of how we began the world beginning ...
One asketh: "Tell me, Myrson, tell me true: What's the season pleaseth you? Is it summer suits you best, When ...
O King of Terrors, whose unbounded Sway All that have Life, must certainly Obey; The King, the Priest, the Prophet, ...
Fair tree! for thy delightful shade 'Tis just that some return be made; Sure some return is due from me ...
NOW spent the alter'd King, in am'rous Cares, The Hours of sacred Hymns and solemn Pray'rs: In vain the Alter ...
A Peevish Fellow laid his Head On Pillows, stuff'd with Down; But was no sooner warm in Bed, With hopes ...
A Quack, to no true Skill in Physick bred, With frequent Visits cursed his Patient's Bed; Enquiring, how he did ...
A lantern light from deeper in the barn Shone on a man and woman in the door And threw their ...
My heart the anvil where my thoughts do beat; My words the hammers fashioning my desire; My breast the forge ...
A livid sky on London And like the iron steeds that rear A shock of engines halted And I knew ...
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
God has pity on kindergarten children, He pities school children -- less. But adults he pities not at all. He ...
MY lord, I know your noble ear Woe ne'er assails in vain; Embolden'd thus, I beg you'll hear Your humble ...
THERE was three kings into the east, Three kings both great and high, And they hae sworn a solemn oath ...
HOW can my poor heart be glad, When absent from my sailor lad; How can I the thought forego- He's ...
There were three kings into the east, Three kings both great and high, An' they hae sworn a solemn oath ...
UPON 1 a simmer Sunday morn When Nature's face is fair, I walked forth to view the corn, An' snuff ...
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...
[How different people and different animals look upon the moon: showing that each creature finds in it his own mood ...
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