Malmaison (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
After a Print by George Cruikshank It was a gusty night, With the wind booming, and swooping, Looping round corners, ...
Streaks of green and yellow iridescence, Silver shiftings, Rings veering out of rings, Silver -- gold -- Grey-green opaqueness sliding ...
It was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea; And the skipper had taken his little daughter, To bear ...
I had walked since dawn and lay down to rest on a bare hillside Above the ocean. I saw through ...
------ What we sing in company Soon from heart to heart will fly. ----- THE Gesellige Lieder, which I have ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
See! Winter comes, to rule the varied Year, Sullen, and sad; with all his rising Train, Vapours, and Clouds, and ...
1 O TO make the most jubilant poem! Even to set off these, and merge with these, the carols of ...
Somno mollior unda I Dawn is dim on the dark soft water, Soft and passionate, dark and sweet. Love's own ...
Honor to woman! To her it is given To garden the earth with the roses of heaven! All blessed, she ...
RIDING against the east, A veering, steady shadow Purrs the motor-call Of the man-bird Ready with the death-laughter In his ...
IT blows a snowing gale in the winter of the year; The boats are on the sea and the crews ...
PASSING through huddled and ugly walls By doorways where women Looked from their hunger-deep eyes, Haunted with shadows of hunger-hands, ...
TODAY I will let the old boat stand Where the sweep of the harbor tide comes in To the pulse ...
To the Williamson Brothers HIGH noon. White sun flashes on the Michigan Avenue asphalt. Drum of hoofs and whirr of ...
In the long journey out of the self, There are many detours, washed-out interrupted raw places Where the shale slides ...
What soul would bargain for a cure that brings Contempt the nobler agony to kill? Rather let me bear on ...
What soul would bargain for a cure that brings Contempt the nobler agony to kill? Rather let me bear on ...
III OH, THINK not I am faithful to a vow! Faithless am I save to love's self alone. Were you ...
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