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 ...
The stars hang thick in the apple tree, The south wind smells of the pungent sea, Gold tulip cups are ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
One without looks in tonight Through the curtain-chink From the sheet of glistening white; One without looks in tonight As ...
When she goes to Hollywood she is an angel. She writes in red red lipstick on the window of her ...
To every man His treehouse, A green splice in the humping years, Spartan with narrow cot And prickly door. To ...
Venus, when her son was lost, Cried him up and down the coast, In hamlets, palaces, and parks, And told ...
Victory comes late -- And is held low to freezing lips -- Too rapt with frost To take it -- ...
Just so -- Jesus -- raps -- He -- doesn't weary -- Last -- at the Knocker -- And first ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
Good-by to you whom I shall see tomorrow, Next year and when I'm fifty; still good-by. This is the leave ...
Mother, mother, what ill-bred aunt Or what disfigured and unsightly Cousin did you so unwisely keep Unasked to my christening, ...
I saw thee once- once only- years ago: I must not say how many- but not many. It was a ...
Cold frosty mornings Ice on window pain Huddle under coats keep the warmth in Tiptoe down the stairs all quiet ...
Somewhere, suspended in facetless space, the vine is spiralling, shown in the distance, with loosened hair: the farther the eye ...
Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward, Couched with her arms behind her golden head, Knees and tresses folded to ...
I will think no more of the sea! Of the big green waves And the hollowed shore, Of the brown ...
There was a child once. He came to play in my garden; He was quite pale and silent. Only when ...
When June comes dancing o'er the death of May, With scarlet roses tinting her green breast, And mating thrushes ushering ...
The moonlight breaks upon the city's domes, And falls along cemented steel and stone, Upon the grayness of a million ...
Let me die a youngman's death not a clean and inbetween the sheets holywater death not a famous-last-words peaceful out ...
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