Afternoon Rain in State Street (Amy Lowell Poem)
Cross-hatchings of rain against grey walls, Slant lines of black rain In front of the up and down, wet stone ...
Cross-hatchings of rain against grey walls, Slant lines of black rain In front of the up and down, wet stone ...
The little boy pressed his face against the window-pane and looked out at the bright sunshiny morning. The cobble-stones of ...
Holy Mother of God, Merciful Mary. Hear me! I am very weary. I have come from a village miles away, ...
Slipping softly through the sky Little horned, happy moon, Can you hear me up so high? Will you come down ...
Fully occupied with growing--that's the amaryllis. Growing especially at night: it would take only a bit more patience than I've ...
Shiny record albums scattered over the living room floor, reflecting light from the lamp, sharp reflections that hurt my eyes ...
Hurree Chunder Mookerjee, pride of Bow Bazaar, Owner of a native press, "Barrishter-at-Lar," Waited on the Government with a claim ...
The fear was on the cattle, for the gale was on the sea, An' the pens broke up on the ...
I've taken my fun where I've found it; I've rouged an' I've ranged in my time; I've 'ad my pickin' ...
1914-18 Farewell and adieu to you, Harwich Ladies, Farewell and adieu to you, ladies ashore! For we've received orders to ...
Me that 'ave been what I've been -- Me that 'ave gone where I've gone -- Me that 'ave seen ...
Cherry-ripe: dark sweet burlats, scarlet reverchons firm-fleshed and tart in the mouth bigarreaux, peach-and-white napoléons as the harvest moves north ...
My "place of clear water," the first hill in the world where springs washed into the shiny grass and darkened ...
Out behind our yard in the far right corner just to the right beyond the boundary, the fences a disturbed ...
A vine, a burgundy bramble blackberry bushes, tall, in the fall sun shiny burgundy, yellow, green leaves standing tall, as ...
Laughing, we ran on the hot sand The damp beach under our feet The glistening ocean before us The girl ...
A vine, a burgundy bramble blackberry bushes, tall, in the fall sun shiny burgundy, yellow, green leaves standing tall, as ...
Color mismatch Movement out of place A short, broke yew, late in the summer Dark green, Leather skin Shiny Broken ...
There was a certain gentleman, Ben Apfelgarten called, Who lived way off in Germany a many years ago, And he ...
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awaye Ye poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a ...
is what we called her. The story was that her father had thrown Drano at her which was probably true, ...
I Before I grew this spacesuit I was trim. I saw it in a doctor's report: "The subject is an ...
There is fog upon the river, there is mirk upon the town; You can hear the groping ferries as they ...
Ill lay he long, upon this last return, unvisited. The doctors put everything in the hospital into reluctant Henry and ...
The rain has stopped. The waterfall will roar like that all night. I have come out to take a walk ...
There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams hurry too rapidly down to the sea, and the pressure of ...
The still explosions on the rocks, the lichens, grow by spreading, gray, concentric shocks. They have arranged to meet the ...
I caught a tremendous fish and held him beside the boat half out of water, with my hook fast in ...
In the red-roofed stucco house of my childhood, the dining room was screened off by folding doors with small glass ...
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
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