Memories of West Street and Lepke (Robert Lowell Poem)
Only teaching on Tuesdays, book-worming in pajamas fresh from the washer each morning, I hog a whole house on Boston's ...
Only teaching on Tuesdays, book-worming in pajamas fresh from the washer each morning, I hog a whole house on Boston's ...
WEAVE the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race. Give ample room, and verge enough The characters ...
Pindaric Ode "Ruin seize thee, ruthless King! Confusion on thy banners wait! Tho' fanned by Conquest's crimson wing, They mock ...
Sentenced, in a trial upside down held in secret, in the night sentenced to death for speaking the truth they ...
Speaking truth agonizing, painful truth speaking truth, his true fear honestly, openly Christ in the garden, Gethsemane crying out to ...
IF these gay tales give pleasure to the FAIR, The honour's great conferred, I'm well aware; Yet, why suppose the ...
The Soul unto itself Is an imperial friend -- Or the most agonizing Spy -- An Enemy -- could send ...
Just Once! Oh least Request! Could Adamant refuse So small a Grace So scanty put, Such agonizing terms? Would not ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
We shall not always plant while others reap The golden increment of bursting fruit, Not always countenance, abject and mute, ...
"AND did you really walk," said I, "On such a wretched night? I always fancied Ghosts could fly - If ...
O THOU pale orb that silent shines While care-untroubled mortals sleep! Thou seest a wretch who inly pines. And wanders ...
OF all the numerous ills that hurt our peace, That press the soul, or wring the mind with anguish Beyond ...
TERRIFIC FIEND! thou Monster fell, Condemn'd in haunts profane to dwell, Why quit thy solitary Home, O'er wide Creation's paths ...
Come, bright-eyed maid, Pure offspring of the tranquil mind, Haste, my fev'rish temples bind With olive wreaths of em'rald hue ...
SWEET CHILD OF REASON! maid serene; With folded arms, and pensive mien, Who wand'ring near yon thorny wild, So oft, ...
He that's ungrateful, has no guilt but one; All other crimes may pass for virtues in him. - YOUNG. I ...
Lead me, Sicilian Maids, to haunted bow'rs, While yon pale moon displays her faintest beams O'er blasted woodlands, and enchanted ...
I met Tu Fu on a mountaintop in August when the sun was hot. Under the shade of his big ...
Good people of high and low degree, I pray ye all to list to me, And I'll relate a terrible ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
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