The Exeter Road (Amy Lowell Poem)
Panels of claret and blue which shine Under the moon like lees of wine. A coronet done in a golden ...
Panels of claret and blue which shine Under the moon like lees of wine. A coronet done in a golden ...
A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since brought In some fast clipper-ship from China, quaintly wrought With bossed and carven ...
"Give me of your bark, O Birch-tree! Of your yellow bark, O Birch-tree! Growing by the rushing river, Tall and ...
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
[I feel considerable hesitation in venturing to offer this version of a poem which Carlyle describes to be 'a beautiful ...
I remember when I met you, At a table all alone; I thought you were so pretty, Shining like a ...
So many of the words shouting, not discourse sowing bile, poison words that can wound to separate us finding seams ...
Pulled seams of the tissue through the fabric of the clouds God's light shining upon me to share a message ...
The boards of the cabins against the wind off the ocean sanded and buffeted boards bent to the touch The ...
His barns, brand new bursting at the seams useless, worthless earthly possessions all he had When the Lord called him ...
The fabric of the evening the silken sky, stars as sequins seams in the firmament sparkling in wonder the glory ...
A shining jewel, hidden, obscured behind the veil, the screen pale white-yellow piercing the gray light fighting through resistant darkness; ...
I feel the cold closing in, seeping, oozing slowly coming in through the walls, the floor, the panes of tempered ...
Be the water, the rain, the ice beating on the unmovable rock the drip, drip, furrowing, changing the stone. Be ...
They lie in parallel rows, on ice, head to tail, each a foot of luminosity barred with black bands, which ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
Without this -- there is nought -- All other Riches be As is the Twitter of a Bird -- Heard ...
Step lightly on this narrow spot -- The broadest Land that grows Is not so ample as the Breast These ...
I tend my flowers for thee -- Bright Absentee! My Fuchsia's Coral Seams Rip -- while the Sower -- dreams ...
Don't put up my Thread and Needle -- I'll begin to Sew When the Birds begin to whistle -- Better ...
The mystery of a smile that glows within your eyes and is framed in an innocent countenance passes not unheeded. ...
Even tonight will pass into memory's oblivion, doomed, despite an ardent reunion of once estranged yet precisely matched parts, to ...
I The roaring of Te Whaiau intake weir intrudes as sleep eludes again to soar across the lake on white-tipped, ...
Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips ...
A rhinestone skein, a jeweled brocade of light,- the city is a garment stretched so thin her festive colors bleed ...
III Our sons have gone to serve the Reds to serve the Reds to risk their heads! O bitter,bitter pain, ...
Needle, needle, dip and dart, Thrusting up and down, Where's the man could ease a heart Like a satin gown? ...
The first ones were attached to my dress at the waist, one on either side, right at the point where ...
Like the vain curlings of the watery maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking weight does raise, So Man, declining ...
Like the vain Curlings of the Watry maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking Weight does raise; So Man, declining ...
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