The Coal Picker (Amy Lowell Poem)
He perches in the slime, inert, Bedaubed with iridescent dirt. The oil upon the puddles dries To colours like a ...
He perches in the slime, inert, Bedaubed with iridescent dirt. The oil upon the puddles dries To colours like a ...
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
When winter winds are piercing chill, And through the hawthorn blows the gale, With solemn feet I tread the hill, ...
AS those who pass the Alps do say, The Rocks which first oppose their way, And so amazing-High do show, ...
There was a strife 'twixt man and maid-- Oh, that was at the birth of time! But what befell 'twixt ...
I know not in Whose hands are laid To empty upon earth From unsuspected ambuscade The very Urns of Mirth; ...
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
The priest never used blueprints, but worked all the many designs out of his head. Father Wilerus, transplanted Alsatian, built ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
"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 ...
Of all the streets that blur in to the sunset, There must be one (which, I am not sure) That ...
My impoverished muse, alas! What have you for me this morning? Your empty eyes are stocked with nocturnal visions, In ...
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
we have everything and we have nothing and some men do it in churches and some men do it by ...
That slim creek out of the sky the dried-blood western gum tree is all stir in its high reaches: its ...
Do you remember, O Delphic Apollo, The sunset hour by the river, when Mickey M'Grew Cried, "There's a ghost," and ...
Shall the Harp then be silent, when he who first gave To our country a name, is withdrawn from all ...
This life is all chequer'd with pleasures and woes, That chase one another like waves of the deep -- Each ...
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill ...
I It was the Winter wilde, While the Heav'n-born-childe, All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies; Nature in aw ...
IT was the Winter wilde, While the Heav'n-born-childe, All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies; Nature in aw to ...
Aye, but she? Your other sister and my other soul Grave Silence, lovelier Than the three loveliest maidens, what of ...
THE Kings go by with jewled crowns; Their horses gleam, their banners shake, their spears are many. The sack of ...
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