Teatro Bambino. Dublin, N. H. (Amy Lowell Poem)
How still it is! Sunshine itself here falls In quiet shafts of light through the high trees Which, arching, make ...
How still it is! Sunshine itself here falls In quiet shafts of light through the high trees Which, arching, make ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
What is poetry? Is it a mosaic Of coloured stones which curiously are wrought Into a pattern? Rather glass that's ...
I In days when men had joy of war, A God of Battles sped each mortal jar; The peoples pledged ...
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods ...
The story began anew, the steps of fulfillment immediately revealed, the ancient text alive in the Jordan, where he was ...
We celebrate once again the bravery of those certain men who saw what they had to do and though they ...
Today the Masons are auctioning their discarded pomp: a trunk of turbans, gemmed and ostrich-plumed, and operetta costumes labeled inside ...
When God turned back eternity and was young, Ancient of Days, grown little for your mirth (As under the low ...
I bring ye wine from above, From the vats of the storied sun; For every one of yer love, And ...
I bring ye wine from above, From the vats of the storied sun; For every one of yer love, And ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
"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 ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
NO 1 sculptured marble here, nor pompous lay, "No storied urn nor animated bust;" This simple stone directs pale Scotia's ...
Take it away, and swallow it yourself. Ha! Look you, there's a rat. Last night there were a dozen on ...
DEIGN, Prince, my tribute to receive, This lyric offering to your name, Who round your jewelled scepter bind The lilies ...
Ho, come out with the wind of spring, And step it blithely in woodlands waking; Friend am I of each ...
Hence, vain deluding Joys, ............The brood of Folly without father bred! How little you bested ............Or fill the fixed mind ...
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales. The Persons The ATTENDANT ...
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, ...
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