The Hammers (Amy Lowell Poem)
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
In this dream that dogs me I am part Of a silent crowd walking under a wall, Leaving a football ...
The moon came into the forge in her bustle of flowering nard. The little boy stares at her, stares. The ...
In the valley of the Pegnitz, where across broad meadow-lands Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands. Quaint ...
Under a spreading chestnut-tree The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; ...
To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name Am I thus ample to thy book and fame; While I confess ...
I hear an army charging upon the land, And the thunder of horses plunging, foam about their knees: Arrogant, in ...
Arise then...women of this day! Arise, all women who have hearts! Whether your baptism be of water or of tears! ...
No worst, there is none. Pitched past pitch of grief, More pangs will, schooled at forepangs, wilder wring. Comforter, where, ...
It is December in Wicklow: Alders dripping, birches Inheriting the last light, The ash tree cold to look at. A ...
Go! obedient to my call, Turn to profit thy young days, Wiser make betimes thy breast In Fate's balance as ...
A man had a son who was an anvil. And then sometimes he was an automobile tire. I do wish ...
My heart the anvil where my thoughts do beat; My words the hammers fashioning my desire; My breast the forge ...
Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat? Then crouch within the door -- Red -- is the Fire's ...
By a flower -- By a letter -- By a nimble love -- If I weld the Rivet faster -- ...
I suppose you could call me heartless as a dull anvil clanking in a sodden barn, the damp wood too ...
Tyger Tyger. burning bright, In the forests of the night; What immortal hand or eye. Could frame thy fearful symmetry? ...
LAY me on an anvil, O God. Beat me and hammer me into a crowbar. Let me pry loose old ...
Fear, like a living fire that only death Might one day cool, had now in Avon's eyes Been witness for ...
A monosyllabic European called Sax Invents a horn, walla whirledy wah, a kind of twisted Brazen clarinet, but with its ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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