The Paper Windmill (Amy Lowell Poem)
The little boy pressed his face against the window-pane and looked out at the bright sunshiny morning. The cobble-stones of ...
The little boy pressed his face against the window-pane and looked out at the bright sunshiny morning. The cobble-stones of ...
Before me lies a mass of shapeless days, Unseparated atoms, and I must Sort them apart and live them. Sifted ...
Up attic, Lucas Harrison, God rest his frugal bones, once kept a tidy account by knifecut of some long-gone harvest. ...
This 'appened in a battle to a batt'ry of the corps Which is first among the women an' amazin' first ...
And reports the derelict Mary Pollock still at sea. SHIPPING NEWS. I was the staunchest of our fleet Till the ...
The continent's a tamed ox, with all its mountains, Powerful and servile; here is for plowland, here is for park ...
About the sweet bag of a bee Two cupids fell at odds, And whose the pretty prize should be They ...
When a man starts out with nothing, When a man starts out with his hands Empty, but clean, When a ...
from late december onwards the day comes back but not till february do we see those glimpses that let us ...
One day while I was walking, All worried, with fear and lost; I thought of things I had done, And ...
Only as a father, a parent can I even begin to comprehend, what it must have been for the Father ...
Oh man! Nothing Mom and Dad were away; I had such big plans Four kinds of ice cream, scooped, melting ...
From the garden the master captured turned into their hands by the kiss of the betrayer We all scattered fearful ...
Walking with Christ present, beside him going to Jerusalem when the Messiah came home Into the city of David to ...
The people, whipped up by the leaders shouting for his blood that he would be crucified Choosing Barabbas offering revolution ...
Evil stalking, a presence in the courtyard of power that fateful morning Christ judged, convicted whipped and beaten wearing a ...
Singing a song of Advent of the coming of the king born a humble child of him we sing Raised ...
Hard to put into words the coming of the Christ child an infant, our savior nestled in a manger Not ...
ours are the hands who held his wrists the crowd screaming to crucify our sin the nails driven into his ...
Darkness closing in as the candles went dead piece of me wept the weight of my sin taking Christ through ...
"after flogging Jesus", he was sent to be crucified; but what a cryptic, banal inconsequential piece of prose What unspeakable ...
Lips crimson with the blood of sacrifice - No they don't understand the legacy they are asking to carry the ...
I'd not complain of Sister Jane, for she was good and kind, Combining with rare comeliness distinctive gifts of mind; ...
A lantern light from deeper in the barn Shone on a man and woman in the door And threw their ...
Gods, what a black, fierce day! The clouds were iron, Wrenched to strange, rugged shapes; the red sun winked Over ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
So I said I am Ezra and the wind whipped my throat gaming for the sounds of my voice I ...
this time has finished me. I feel like the German troops whipped by snow and the communists walking bent with ...
Too soon you wearied of our tears. And then you danced with spangled feet, Leading Belshazzar's chattering court A-tinkling through ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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