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 ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
Sexual intercourse began In nineteen sixty-three (which was rather late for me) - Between the end of the Chatterley ban ...
Oh ye who hold the written clue To all save all unwritten things, And, half a league behind, pursue The ...
Truly ye come of The Blood; slower to bless than to ban; Little used to lie down at the bidding ...
To seem the stranger lies my lot, my life Among strangers. Father and mother dear, Brothers and sisters are in ...
(a) radical ban all fires and places where people congregate to create comfort put an end to sleep good cooking ...
The glory of ships is an old, old song, since the days when the sea-rovers ran In their open boats ...
Pray why are you so bare, so bare, Oh, bough of the old oak-tree; And why, when I go through ...
Of Silken Speech and Specious Shoe A Traitor is the Bee His service to the newest Grace Present continually His ...
AULD NEIBOUR,I'm three times doubly o'er your debtor, For your auld-farrant, frien'ly letter; Tho' I maun say't I doubt ye ...
WHAT ails ye now, ye lousie bitch To thresh my back at sic a pitch? Losh, man! hae mercy wi' ...
WHILE at the stook the shearers cow'r To shun the bitter blaudin' show'r, Or in gulravage rinnin scowr To pass ...
What was he doing, the great god Pan, Down in the reeds by the river? Spreading ruin and scattering ban, ...
I wander thro' each charter'd street. Near where the charter'd Thames does flow A mark in every face I meet ...
Where the sea forever dances Over lonely cliff and dune, Where sweet twilight's vapor glances In a warmer-glowing moon, Where ...
PART I O! nothing earthly save the ray (Thrown back from flowers) of Beauty's eye, As in those gardens where ...
To Jena Woodhouse This way of minutes miserably mixed With their own blinks misunderstood By birds and trees, this eye-born ...
But, learning now that they would have her speak, She threw her wet hair backward from her brow, Her hand ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
Well-nigh two thousand years hath Israel Suffered the scorn of man for love of God; Endured the outlaw's ban, the ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
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