The Foreigner (Amy Lowell Poem)
Have at you, you Devils! My back's to this tree, For you're nothing so nice That the hind-side of me ...
Have at you, you Devils! My back's to this tree, For you're nothing so nice That the hind-side of me ...
He shouts in the sails of the ships at sea, He steals the down from the honeybee, He makes the ...
When the caravans of wool-teams climbed the ranges from the West, On a spur among the mountains stood `The Bullock-drivers' ...
By homestead, hut, and shearing-shed, By railroad, coach, and track -- By lonely graves of our brave dead, Up-Country and ...
Shiny record albums scattered over the living room floor, reflecting light from the lamp, sharp reflections that hurt my eyes ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
A dying firelight slides along the quirt Of the cast iron cowboy where he leans Against my father's books. The ...
The big teetotum twirls, And epochs wax and wane As chance subsides or swirls; But of the loss and gain ...
to the memory of my friend SI-YA-U, whose head was cut off in Shanghai A CLAIM Renowned Leonardo's world-famous "La ...
While fates permit us, let's be merry; Pass all we must the fatal ferry; And this our life, too, whirls ...
i take my property with me says the snail slow-moving (yes) but packed with sublime thought the house upon its ...
[This sweet Ballad, and the one entitled The Maid of the Mill's Repentance, were written on the occasion of a ...
[To the memory of an excellent and beautiful girl of 17, belonging to the village of Brienen, who perished on ...
[Goethe quotes the beginning of this song in his Autobiography, as expressing the manner in which his poetical effusions used ...
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
Rich vibrant, living color Dying on the branch In glory as I drive by A canopy over my way Or ...
Even the bravest that are slain Shall not dissemble their surprise On waking to find valor reign, Even as on ...
(A Christmas Circular Letter) THE CITY had withdrawn into itself And left at last the country to the country; When ...
Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens -- ...
When first the fiery-mantled sun His heavenly race begun to run; Round the earth and ocean blue, His children four ...
Sinuously winding through the room On smokey tongues of sweetened cigarettes, -- Plaintive yet proud the cello tones resume The ...
I was but what you'd brush with your palm, what your leaning brow would hunch to in evening's raven-black hush. ...
NOT in scorn do I reprove thee, Not in pride thy vows I waive, But, believe, I could not love ...
Silent is the house: all are laid asleep: One alone looks out o'er the snow-wreaths deep, Watching every cloud, dreading ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
The half-shut doors through which we heard that music Are softly closed. Horns mutter down to silence. The stars whirl ...
Snow falls. The sky is grey, and sullenly glares With purple lights in the canyoned street. The fiery sign on ...
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, ...
The white fog creeps from the cold sea over the city, Over the pale grey tumbled towers,- And settles among ...
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