The Last Quarter of the Moon (Amy Lowell Poem)
How long shall I tarnish the mirror of life, A spatter of rust on its polished steel! The seasons reel ...
How long shall I tarnish the mirror of life, A spatter of rust on its polished steel! The seasons reel ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
Cross-ribboned shoes; a muslin gown, High-waisted, girdled with bright blue; A straw poke bonnet which hid the frown She pluckered ...
The dead child lay in the shroud, And the widow watched beside; And her mother slept, and the Channel swept ...
I He would drink by himself And raise a weathered thumb Towards the high shelf, Calling another rum And blackcurrant, ...
when they look into his mind they find a hill town somewhat surprised they go off to their learned books ...
watching the snow, slowly starting accumulating snow, first on the lawn, building, gathering on the needles broad, small, firs, pines ...
Come to the pane, draw the curtain apart, There she is passing, the girl of my heart; See where she ...
The hunt begins at a languid pace belying hysteria building in place, biding its time to menace the peace in ...
A friend sends her perfumed carriage And high-bred horses to fetch me. I decline the invitation of My old poetry ...
(A Virginia Legend.) The Planting of the Hemp. Captain Hawk scourged clean the seas (Black is the gap below the ...
Two lovers, here at the corner, by the steeple, Two lovers blow together like music blowing: And the crowd dissolves ...
In Sussex here, by shingle and by sand, Flat fields and farmsteads in their wind-blown trees, The shallow tide-wave courses ...
The band was playing a waltz-quadrille, I felt as light as a wind-blown feather, As we floated away, at the ...
Ruggiero, to amaze the British host, And wake more wonder in their wondering ranks, The bridle of his winged courser ...
WHILE the hum and the hurry Of passing footfalls Beat in my ear like the restless surf Of a wind-blown ...
KEEP a red heart of memories Under the great gray rain sheds of the sky, Under the open sun and ...
AS from our dream we died away Far off I felt the outer things; Your wind-blown tresses round me play, ...
Come, rest awhile, and let us idly stray In glimmering valleys, cool and far away. Come from the greedy mart, ...
Far in the mellow western sky, Above the restless harbor bar, A beacon on the coast of night, Shines out ...
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