The Hammers (Amy Lowell Poem)
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
And suppose the darlings get to Mantua, suppose they cheat the crypt, what next? Begin with him, unshaven. Though not, ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
She gives him his eyes, she found them Among some rubble, among some beetles He gives her her skin He ...
Not on tablets of stone that can crumble not on books or scrolls that can burn or be forgotten Written ...
In these words, these parting words, these empowering words of the savior the mantle of the father, that which he ...
For he has set down, written and treasured the instructions on how we are to live the words of the ...
Sweat, pouring like blood off his furrowed brow choosing the agony death on the cross Bowed low in prayer in ...
The message is unknown; unimportant He spoke with authority. Now that was the thing The real message in the Word ...
Like the hidden message lost in the scrolls We aren't told what he looked like Esau had his hairy arms ...
A jar of cider and my pipe, In summer, under shady tree; A book by one that made his mind ...
--And yet this great wink of eternity, Of rimless floods, unfettered leewardings, Samite sheeted and processioned where Her undinal vast ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
Man-Moth: Newspaper misprint for "mammoth." Here, above, cracks in the buldings are filled with battered moonlight. The whole shadow of ...
You see that porcelain ranged there in the window- Platters and soup-plates done with pale pink rosebuds, And tiny violets, ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
The woman is perfected Her dead Body wears the smile of accomplishment, The illusion of a Greek necessity Flows in ...
Simon Zelotes speaking after the Crucifixion. Fere=Mate, Companion. Ha' we lost the goodliest fere o' all For the priests and ...
I. You liked your scrolls ? - Here they are. The manuscript of your book ? - Here it is. ...
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