Storm-Racked (Amy Lowell Poem)
How should I sing when buffeting salt waves And stung with bitter surges, in whose might I toss, a cockleshell? ...
How should I sing when buffeting salt waves And stung with bitter surges, in whose might I toss, a cockleshell? ...
Day of ending for beginnings! Ocean hath another innings, Ocean hath another score; And the surges sing his winnings, And ...
When descends on the Atlantic The gigantic Storm-wind of the equinox, Landword in his wrath he scourges The toiling surges, ...
1902 Who hath desired the Sea? -- the sight of salt wind-hounded -- The heave and the halt and the ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
Gaunt in gloom, The pale stars their torches, Enshrouded, wave. Ghostfires from heaven's far verges faint illume, Arches on soaring ...
I love the evenings, passionless and fair, I love the evens, Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden fulgence leavens, ...
With short, sharp violent lights made vivid, To the southward far as the sight can roam, Only the swirl of ...
A purple whale Proudly sweeps his tail Towards Nineveh; Glassy green Surges between A mile of roaring sea. "O town ...
You have obey'd, you WINDS, that must fulfill The Great Disposer's righteous Will; Throughout the Land, unlimited you flew, Nor ...
And the trees about me, Let them be dry and leafless; let the rocks Groan with continual surges; and behind ...
What sort of arrow split the sky and this rock? It's quivering, spreading like a peacock's fan Like the mist ...
"Zipless sex" one cynic called this festival of fornication, this celebration of new-found sexual strength and urbane honesty, of sex ...
Friend of the Wise ! and Teacher of the Good ! Into my heart have I received that Lay More ...
My pensive SARA ! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is To sit beside ...
(Composed at Clevedon, Somersetshire) My pensive Sara! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is ...
To-night I saw three maidens on the beach, Dark-robed descending to the sea, So slow, so silent of all speech, ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
"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 ...
YOU are a sky of autumn, pale and rose; But all the sea of sadness in my blood Surges, and ...
AMONG the heathy hills and ragged woods The roaring Fyers pours his mossy floods; Till full he dashes on the ...
Far from the Rappahannock, the silent Danube moves along toward the sea. The brown and green Nile rolls slowly Like ...
True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learned to dance. 'Tis not ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
Amid earth's vagrant noises, he caught the note sublime: To-day around him surges from the silences of Time A flood ...
Against the groaning mast I stand, The Atlantic surges swell, To bear me from my native land And Zo?'s wild ...
If the shoe fell from the other foot who would hear? If the door opened onto a pure darkness and ...
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