Malmaison (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
At first a mere thread of a footpath half blotted out by the grasses Sweeping triumphant across it, it wound ...
Down through the tomb's inward arch He has shouldered out into Limbo to gather them, dazed, from dreamless slumber: the ...
The men kept to themselves: they were waiting for the swiftness of the last cyclists. The women kept to themselves: ...
(From the French of Emile Verhaeren) He who walks through the meadows of Champagne At noon in Fall, when leaves ...
1901 ". . . and will supply details to guard the Blood River Bridge." District Orders-Lines of Communication, South African ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
Winds of May, that dance on the sea, Dancing a ring-around in glee From furrow to furrow, while overhead The ...
Gaunt in gloom, The pale stars their torches, Enshrouded, wave. Ghostfires from heaven's far verges faint illume, Arches on soaring ...
NOT in the world of light alone, Where God has built his blazing throne, Nor yet alone in earth below, ...
Cloud-puffball, torn tufts, tossed pillows ' flaunt forth, then chevy on an air- built thoroughfare: heaven-roysterers, in gay-gangs ' they ...
A mason came forth and said, "Speak to us of Houses." And he answered and said: Build of your imaginings ...
The beach different not coarse sand of rocky outcroppings smooth stones glistening at the water's edge Polished smooth contours not ...
Good-by, proud world, I'm going home, Thou'rt not my friend, and I'm not thine; Long through thy weary crowds I ...
On Lolham Brigs in wild and lonely mood I've seen the winter floods their gambols play Through each old arch ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
Bells are booming down the bohreens, White the mist along the grass, Now the Julias, Maeves and Maureens Move between ...
She died in the upstairs bedroom By the light of the ev'ning star That shone through the plate glass window ...
Who built Thebes of the seven gates? In the books you will find the names of kings. Did the kings ...
ADMIRING Nature in her wildest grace, These northern scenes with weary feet I trace; O'er many a winding dale and ...
Remembering the Strait of Belle Isle or some northerly harbor of Labrador, before he became a schoolteacher a great-uncle painted ...
This celestial seascape, with white herons got up as angels, flying high as they want and as far as they ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
The city is closing for the night. Stores draw their blinds one by one, and it's dark again, save for ...
Like the vain curlings of the watery maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking weight does raise, So Man, declining ...
Like the vain Curlings of the Watry maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking Weight does raise; So Man, declining ...
Light rain is falling in Central Park but not on Upper Fifth Avenue or Central Park West where sun and ...
Bow down my soul in worship very low And in the holy silences be lost. Bow down before the marble ...
I was at peace until you came And set a careless mind aflame; I lived in quiet; cold, content; All ...
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