Lilacs (Amy Lowell Poems)
Lilacs, False blue, White, Purple, Color of lilac, Your great puffs of flowers Are everywhere in this my New England. ...
Lilacs, False blue, White, Purple, Color of lilac, Your great puffs of flowers Are everywhere in this my New England. ...
You came to me in the pale starting of Spring,And I could not see the worldFor the blue mist of ...
This afternoon was the colour of water falling through sunlight; The trees glittered with the tumbling of leaves; The sidewalks ...
Panels of claret and blue which shine Under the moon like lees of wine. A coronet done in a golden ...
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 ...
He perches in the slime, inert, Bedaubed with iridescent dirt. The oil upon the puddles dries To colours like a ...
The rain gullies the garden paths And tinkles on the broad sides of grass blades. A tree, at the end ...
The stars hang thick in the apple tree, The south wind smells of the pungent sea, Gold tulip cups are ...
Thou dear and well-loved haunt of happy hours, How often in some distant gallery, Gained by a little painful spiral ...
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
A Minstrel stands on a marble stair, Blown by the bright wind, debonair; Below lies the sea, a sapphire floor, ...
It winds along the face of a cliff This path which I long to explore, And over it dashes a ...
A bullet through his heart at dawn. On the table a letter signed with a woman's name. A wind that ...
The little boy pressed his face against the window-pane and looked out at the bright sunshiny morning. The cobble-stones of ...
The lawyer, are you? Well! I ain't got nothin' to say. Nothin'! I told the perlice I hadn't nothin'. They ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
Softly the water ripples Against the canoe's curving side, Softly the birch trees rustle Flinging over us branches wide. Softly ...
The path runs straight between the flowering rows, A moonlit path, hemmed in by beds of bloom, Where phlox and ...
Blue through the window burns the twilight; Heavy, through trees, blows the warm south wind. Glistening, against the chill, gray ...
Have at you, you Devils! My back's to this tree, For you're nothing so nice That the hind-side of me ...
Glinting golden through the trees, Apples of Hesperides! Through the moon-pierced warp of night Shoot pale shafts of yellow light, ...
Thou father of the children of my brain By thee engendered in my willing heart, How can I thank thee ...
This little bowl is like a mossy pool In a Spring wood, where dogtooth violets grow Nodding in chequered sunshine ...
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes, Criss-cross shoes, Minna and Stella run out into the garden To play at hoop. ...
A little garden on a bleak hillside Where deep the heavy, dazzling mountain snow Lies far into the spring. The ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
High up above the open, welcoming door It hangs, a piece of wood with colours dim. Once, long ago, it ...
Bath The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air. The ...
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