In a Castle (Amy Lowell Poem)
I Over the yawning chimney hangs the fog. Drip -- hiss -- drip -- hiss -- fall the raindrops on ...
I Over the yawning chimney hangs the fog. Drip -- hiss -- drip -- hiss -- fall the raindrops on ...
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, ...
Outside the long window, With his head on the stone sill, The dog is lying, Gazing at his Beloved. His ...
You ask me for a sonnet. Ah, my Dear, Can clocks tick back to yesterday at noon? Can cracked and ...
The Fool Errant sat by the highway of life And his gaze wandered up and his gaze wandered down, A ...
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 ...
Fish "So . . ." they said, With their wine-glasses delicately poised, Mocking at the thing they cannot understand. "So ...
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
How is it that, being gone, you fill my days, And all the long nights are made glad by thee? ...
I have been temperate always, But I am like to be very drunk With your coming. There have been times ...
Gushing from the mouths of stone men To spread at ease under the sky In granite-lipped basins, Where iris dabble ...
After a Print by George Cruikshank It was a gusty night, With the wind booming, and swooping, Looping round corners, ...
Life! Austere arbiter of each man's fate, By whom he learns that Nature's steadfast laws Are as decrees immutable; O ...
You came to me bearing bright roses, Red like the wine of your heart; You twisted them into a garland ...
Over the housetops, Above the rotating chimney-pots, I have seen a shiver of amethyst, And blue and cinnamon have flickered ...
Blue through the window burns the twilight; Heavy, through trees, blows the warm south wind. Glistening, against the chill, gray ...
What instinct forces man to journey on, Urged by a longing blind but dominant! Nothing he sees can hold him, ...
Hold your soul open for my welcoming. Let the quiet of your spirit bathe me With its clear and rippled ...
See! I give myself to you, Beloved! My words are little jars For you to take and put upon a ...
Red slippers in a shop-window, and outside in the street, flaws of grey, windy sleet! (Amy Lowell)
I The Trumpet-Vine Arbour The throats of the little red trumpet-flowers are wide open, And the clangour of brass beats ...
High up in the apple tree climbing I go, With the sky above me, the earth below. Each branch is ...
Naughty little speckled trout, Can't I coax you to come out? Is it such great fun to play In the ...
Dearest, forgive that with my clumsy touch I broke and bruised your rose. I hardly could suppose It were a ...
Thou yellow trumpeter of laggard Spring! Thou herald of rich Summer's myriad flowers! The climbing sun with new recovered powers ...
My Grandpapa lives in a wonderful house With a great many windows and doors, There are stairs that go up, ...
Holy Mother of God, Merciful Mary. Hear me! I am very weary. I have come from a village miles away, ...
You are beautiful and faded Like an old opera tune Played upon a harpsichord; Or like the sun-flooded silks Of ...
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