Spring Day (Amy Lowell Poem)
Bath The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air. The ...
Bath The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air. The ...
Troopin', troopin', troopin' to the sea: 'Ere's September come again -- the six-year men are free. O leave the dead ...
If you've ever stole a pheasant-egg be'ind the keeper's back, If you've ever snigged the washin' from the line, If ...
After the burial-parties leave And the baffled kites have fled; The wise hyaenas come out at eve To take account ...
When, darkly brooding on this Modern Age, The journalist with his marketable woes Fills up once more the inevitable page ...
Why was that baleful Creature made, Which seeks our Quiet to invade, And screams ill Omens through the Shade? 'Twas, ...
I The rutted roads are all like iron; skies Are keen and brilliant; only the oak-leaves cling In the bare ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
How sweet and pleasant grows the way Through summer time again While Landrails call from day to day Amid the ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
I Who would be A merman bold, Sitting alone Singing alone Under the sea, With a crown of gold, On ...
When the boys come out from Lac Labiche in the lure of the early Spring, To take the pay of ...
I much admire, I must admit, The man who robs a Bank; It takes a lot of guts and grit, ...
In the little Crimson Manual it's written plain and clear That who would wear the scarlet coat shall say good-bye ...
(16th January 1949) I thank whatever gods may be For all the happiness that's mine; That I am festive, fit ...
By the winding Wollondilly where the weeping willows weep, And the shepherd, with his billy, half awake and half asleep, ...
Oh, Mr Gilhooley he turned up his toes, As most of you know, soon or late; And Jones was a ...
Him goin' to ride for us! Him -- with the pants and the eyeglass and all. Amateur! don't he just ...
Now listen to me and I'll tell you my views concerning the African war, And the man who upholds any ...
Scarlet as the cloth draped over a sword, white as steaming rice, blue as leschenaultia, old curried towns, the frog ...
I. THEIR BASIC SAVAGERY Fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room, Barrel-house kings, with feet unstable, Sagged and reeled and ...
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