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 ...
Full of wrath was Hiawatha When he came into the village, Found the people in confusion, Heard of all the ...
Out of childhood into manhood Now had grown my Hiawatha, Skilled in all the craft of hunters, Learned in all ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
Papier-mache body; blue-and-black cotton jersey cover. Metal stand. Instructions included. -- Sears, Roebuck Catalogue O my coy darling, still You ...
in the shadow of the flower is the sting the bee driven by need uses its painful gift to keep ...
THE warder looks down at the mid hour of night, On the tombs that lie scatter'd below: The moon fills ...
Please master can I touch your cheeck please master can I kneel at your feet please master can I loosen ...
A slower pace On the Banks Palmettos sway Translucent green Or tawny papyrus brown Mesmerize A northerner Away from the ...
Love has earth to which she clings With hills and circling arms about-- Wall within wall to shut fear out. ...
Today the Masons are auctioning their discarded pomp: a trunk of turbans, gemmed and ostrich-plumed, and operetta costumes labeled inside ...
It sifts from Leaden Sieves -- It powders all the Wood. It fills with Alabaster Wool The Wrinkles of the ...
My maternal grandparents were snowbirds; the scent of their plumage an evergreen air freshener dangling off the rearview mirror of ...
The murkiness of the local garage is not so dense that you cannot make out the calendar of pinup drawings ...
I can scare children as the Victorians aimed to do even on an August beach tell a fairy tale one ...
Who ran away from his Nurse and was eaten by a Lion There was a Boy whose name was Jim; ...
1 It once might have been, once only: 2 We lodged in a street together, 3 You, a sparrow on ...
we like to shower afterwards (I like the water hotter than she) and her face is always soft and peaceful ...
she's young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankles, and look at my wrists, I have pretty ...
The world is full of women who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself if they had the chance. ...
she was hot, she was so hot I didn't want anybody else to have her, and if I didn't get ...
This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary The trees of the mind are black. The light is ...
Oh, lead me to a quiet cell Where never footfall rankles, And bar the window passing well, And gyve my ...
A girl whom I've not spoken to or shared coffee with for several years writes of an old scar. On ...
'Twas on the 20th of November, and in the year of 1897, That the cheers of the Gordon Highlanders ascended ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
The ArgumentA certain man having landed on an island in the Greek sea, found there a beautifuldamsel, whom he would ...
The longer I stare the lovelier you look in my eyes (so made such mirrors and spies) and I'm not ...
Prelude Blue storm-clouds in hot heavens of mid-July Hung heavy, brooding over land and sea: Our hearts, a-tremble, throbbed in ...
She is large and matronly And rather dirty, A little sardonic-looking, as if domesticity had driven her to it. Though ...
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