The Road to Avignon (Amy Lowell Poem)
A Minstrel stands on a marble stair, Blown by the bright wind, debonair; Below lies the sea, a sapphire floor, ...
A Minstrel stands on a marble stair, Blown by the bright wind, debonair; Below lies the sea, a sapphire floor, ...
Outside the long window, With his head on the stone sill, The dog is lying, Gazing at his Beloved. His ...
I own a solace shut within my heart, A garden full of many a quaint delight And warm with drowsy, ...
When awful darkness and silence reign Over the great Gromboolian plain, Through the long, long wintry nights; -- When the ...
His name has been ghosted over the fence, leaving an alias, burn, prison clothes. I'm half the man, he says, ...
We have a small sculpture of Henry James on our terrace in New York City. Nothing would surprise him. The ...
I watched them once, at dusk, on television, run, in our motel room half-way through Nebraska, quick, glittering, past beauty, ...
What you have heard is true. I was in his house. His wife carried a tray of coffee and sugar. ...
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma ...
I LEGEND Long ago Apollo called to Aristæus, youngest of the shepherds, Saying, "I will make you keeper of my ...
She was thinner, with a mannered gauntness as she paused just inside the double glass doors to survey the room, ...
It was the first gift he ever gave her, buying it for five five francs in the Galeries in pre-war ...
What is he buzzing in my ears? "Now that I come to die, Do I view the world as a ...
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
The old gardens of Kusu Terrace are a wilderness, yet the willows that remain still put out new branches; lasses ...
Est brevitate opus, ut currat sententia, neu se Impediat verbis lassas onerantibus aures: Et sermone opus est modo tristi, saepe ...
In the willows along the river at Pleasure Bay A catbird singing, never the same phrase twice. Here under the ...
Well, I've waited mighty patient while they all came rolling in, Mister Lawson, Mister Dyson, and the others of their ...
'Ye have robb'd,' said he, 'ye have slaughter'd and made an end, Take your ill-got plunder, and bury the dead: ...
Along the garden terrace, under which A purple valley (lighted at its edge By smoky torch-flame on the long cloud-ledge ...
"It is cold outside, you will need a coat-- What! this old Arabian shawl! Bind it about your head and ...
A True Incident of Pre-Revolutionary French History. Now the lovely autumn morning breathes its freshness in earth's face, In the ...
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales. The Persons The ATTENDANT ...
At evening, sitting on this terrace, When the sun from the west, beyond Pisa, beyond the mountains of Carrara Departs, ...
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