Suggested by the Cover of a Volume of Keats’s Poems (Amy Lowell Poems)
Wild little bird, who chose thee for a sign To put upon the cover of this book? Who heard thee ...
Wild little bird, who chose thee for a sign To put upon the cover of this book? Who heard thee ...
High up above the open, welcoming door It hangs, a piece of wood with colours dim. Once, long ago, it ...
The clock is silent nowadays clocks no longer need to make that rhythmic sound of life. We have moved on ...
I love all sights of earth and skies, From flowers that glow to stars that shine; The comet and the ...
Ah, Posthumus! our years hence fly And leave no sound: nor piety, Or prayers, or vow Can keep the wrinkle ...
Not focused on glory on who would be at his right and left Service to the master gathering the untamed ...
Finding the tares, the weeds the grasses, the ragweed, milkweed and plantain, growing, thriving in the lilies, the beds, the ...
The trailer heading north ten canoes ready for another adventure. plates on the van from out of state hearing away ...
Surrounded by prickers, thorns tugging on my coat, my jeans lowering myself to the dark small fruit gathering in, berry ...
Venus, when her son was lost, Cried him up and down the coast, In hamlets, palaces, and parks, And told ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
Behind faces and gestures We remain mute And spoken words heavy With what we ignore or keep silent Betray us ...
Behind faces and gestures We remain mute And spoken words heavy With what we ignore or keep silent Betray us ...
Proem. 1.1 Although great Queen, thou now in silence lie, 1.2 Yet thy loud Herald Fame, doth to the sky ...
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
A week later, I said to a friend: I don't think I could ever write about it. Maybe in a ...
I lash and writhe against my prison bars, And watch with sullen eyes the gaping crowd . . Give me ...
Shall the Harp then be silent, when he who first gave To our country a name, is withdrawn from all ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
IN the dark womb where I began My mother's life made me a man. Through all the months of human ...
I. EDWIN BOOTH An old actor at the Player's Club told me that Edwin Booth first impersonated Hamlet when a ...
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