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 ...
A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since brought In some fast clipper-ship from China, quaintly wrought With bossed and carven ...
The future was dark and the past was dead As they gazed on the sea once more - But a ...
Full of wrath was Hiawatha When he came into the village, Found the people in confusion, Heard of all the ...
Out of childhood into manhood Now had grown my Hiawatha, Skilled in all the craft of hunters, Learned in all ...
More than a hundred years ago, in a great battle fought near Delhi, an Indian Prince rode fifty miles after ...
Where run your colts at pasture? Where hide your mares to breed? 'Mid bergs about the Ice-cap Or wove Sargasso ...
Above the portico a flag-staff, bearing the Union Jack, remained fluttering in the flames for some time, but ultimately when ...
Our brows are bound with spindrift and the weed is on our knees; Our loins are battered 'neath us by ...
I had walked since dawn and lay down to rest on a bare hillside Above the ocean. I saw through ...
THROUGH my north window, in the wintry weather,-- My airy oriel on the river shore,-- I watch the sea-fowl as ...
To be put on the train and kissed and given my ticket, Then the station slid backward, the shops and ...
When mid-autumn's moan shook the night-time, And sedges were horny, And summer's green wonderwork faltered On leaze and in lane, ...
I "Percussus sum sicut foenum, et aruit cor meum." - Ps. ci Wintertime nighs; But my bereavement-pain It cannot bring ...
The blue jay scuffling in the bushes follows Some hidden purpose, and the gush of birds That spurts across the ...
Children of the elemental mother, Born upon some lonely island shore Where the wrinkled ripples run and whisper, Where the ...
The Sun -- just touched the Morning -- The Morning -- Happy thing -- Supposed that He had come to ...
It was your first outing, or more rightly, our first outing with you. We were as proud as new parents ...
The sun goes down, and over all These barren reaches by the tide Such unelusive glories fall, I almost dream ...
I did not restrain myself. I let go entirely and went. To the pleasures that were half real and half ...
Tufts, follicles, grubstake biennial rosettes, a low- life beach-blond scruff of couch grass: notwithstanding the interglinting dregs of wholesale upheaval ...
This morning was something. A little snow lay on the ground. The sun floated in a clear blue sky. The ...
Gracious Lord, our children see, By Thy mercy we are free; But shall these, alas! remain Subjects still of Satan's ...
When Hope but made Tranquillity be felt-- A Flight of Hopes for ever on the wing But made Tranquillity a ...
The moon, a sweeping scimitar, dipped in the stormy straits, The dawn, a crimson cataract, burst through the eastern gates, ...
Tobacco smoke drifts up to the dim ceiling From half a dozen pipes and cigarettes, Curling in endless shapes, in ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
I. My heart sank with our Claret-flask, Just now, beneath the heavy sedges That serve this Pond's black face for ...
THE LAST time I came o'er the moor, And left Maria's dwelling, What throes, what tortures passing cure, Were in ...
FAREWELL, thou stream that winding flows Around Eliza's dwelling; O mem'ry! spare the cruel thoes Within my bosom swelling. Condemn'd ...
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