Pickthorn Manor (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
The little biplane that has the river-meadow for landing-field And carries passengers brief rides, Buzzed overhead on the tender blue ...
The tractor stands frozen - an agony To think of. All night Snow packed its open entrails. Now a head-pincering ...
------ What we sing in company Soon from heart to heart will fly. ----- THE Gesellige Lieder, which I have ...
I feel no small reluctance in venturing to give to the public a work of the character of that indicated ...
THE change of food enjoyment is to man; In this, t'include the woman is my plan. I cannot guess why ...
FLORENTINE we now design to show;-- A greater blockhead ne'er appeared below; It seems a prudent woman he had wed, ...
Her teacher's certainty it must be Mabel Made Maple first take notice of her name. She asked her father and ...
He saw her from the bottom of the stairs Before she saw him. She was starting down, Looking back over ...
On Jubilee Day the Ramsbottoms Invited relations to tea, Including young Albert's grandmother- An awkward old . . party, was ...
I am having a haircut today, it is not a complex event requiring excellent foresight, careful planning or indecent logistical ...
Here at the spoke-ends of our galaxy it is easy to forget the central axle moving insensibly slow, still the ...
The Hunting The Bellman looked uffish, and wrinkled his brow. "If only you'd spoken before! It's excessively awkward to mention ...
"How shall I be a poet? How shall I write in rhyme? You told me once the very wish Partook ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
I knew that James Whistler was part of the Paris scene, but I was still surprised when I found the ...
Tomorrow's Thursday again, swept with the days' meandering flow: this, that, and the week goes, hearing time splash through cracks. ...
The three men coming down the winter hill In brown, with tall poles and a pack of hounds At heel, ...
The first-class brains of a senior civil servant Shiver and shatter and fall As the steering column of his comfortable ...
The three men coming down the winter hill In brown, with tall poles and a pack of hounds At heel, ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
A precise woman with a short haircut brings order to my thoughts and my dresser drawers, moves feelings around like ...
UPON that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans 2 dance, Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, On sprightly ...
some dogs who sleep ay night must dream of bones and I remember your bones in flesh and best in ...
The door of winter is frozen shut, and like the bodies of long extinct animals, cars lie abandoned wherever the ...
We have all of us read how the Israelites fled From Egypt with Pharaoh in eager pursuit of 'em, And ...
They are, the surfaces, gorgeous: a master pastry chef at work here, the dips and whorls, the wrist-twist squeezes of ...
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