Pickthorn Manor (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
Only teaching on Tuesdays, book-worming in pajamas fresh from the washer each morning, I hog a whole house on Boston's ...
What's the best life for a man? --Never to have been born, sings the choros, and the next best Is ...
I know the rules and hear myself agree Not to invest beyond this one night stand. I know your patter: ...
You can see it already: chalks and ochers; Country crossed with a thousand furrow-lines; Ground-level rooftops hidden by the shrubbery; ...
I love all sights of earth and skies, From flowers that glow to stars that shine; The comet and the ...
(a) orihuela-time the sun in orihuela calms the dust and people glide about the streets at ease (problems left indoors ...
Blandly mother takes him strolling by railroad and by river --he's the son of the absconded hot rod angel-- and ...
For a few days, wonderful days this was our island, a refuge, a retreat escape from the day to day, ...
"May be true what I had heard, Earth's a howling wilderness Truculent with fraud and force," Said I, strolling through ...
It was a quiet seeming Day -- There was no harm in earth or sky -- Till with the closing ...
In memory of Father Flye, 1884-1985 The strange and wonderful are too much with us. The protea of the antipodes-a ...
The restaurants on hot spring evenings Lie under a dense and savage air. Foul drafts and hoots from dunken revelers ...
I'm a riddle in nine syllables, An elephant, a ponderous house, A melon strolling on two tendrils. O red fruit, ...
Lilacs blossom just as sweet Now my heart is shattered. If I bowled it down the street, Who's to say ...
Mondays, way before dawn, before even the first hint of blue in the windows, we'd hear it start, off the ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
A solitary apartment house, the last one before the boulevard ends and a dusty road winds its slow way out ...
Who now will praise the Wizard in the street With loyal songs, with humors grave and ...
I. EDWIN BOOTH An old actor at the Player's Club told me that Edwin Booth first impersonated Hamlet when a ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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