An Aquarium (Amy Lowell Poem)
Streaks of green and yellow iridescence, Silver shiftings, Rings veering out of rings, Silver -- gold -- Grey-green opaqueness sliding ...
Streaks of green and yellow iridescence, Silver shiftings, Rings veering out of rings, Silver -- gold -- Grey-green opaqueness sliding ...
Can it be the sun descending O'er the level plain of water? Or the Red Swan floating, flying, Wounded by ...
Gassing the woodchucks didn't turn out right. The knockout bomb from the Feed and Grain Exchange was featured as merciful, ...
A buglar boy from barrack (it is over the hill There)-boy bugler, born, he tells me, of Irish Mother to ...
There once was a bird that lived up in a tree, And all he could whistle was "Fiddle-dee-dee" - A ...
A governor it was proclaimed this time, When all who would come seeking in New Hampshire Ancestral memories might come ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
When I was born, From all the seas of strength Fate filled a chalice, Saying, This be thy portion, child; ...
Ribbons of the Year -- Multitude Brocade -- Worn to Nature's Party once Then, as flung aside As a faded ...
A rhinestone skein, a jeweled brocade of light,- the city is a garment stretched so thin her festive colors bleed ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
A PICTURE AT FANO. I. Dear and great Angel, wouldst thou only leave That child, when thou hast done with ...
FAIR fa' your honest, sonsie face, Great chieftain o' the pudding-race! Aboon them a' ye tak your place, Painch, tripe, ...
HAS auld Kilmarnock seen the deil? Or great Mackinlay 1 thrawn his heel? Or Robertson 2 again grown weel, To ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
In these deep solitudes and awful cells, Where heav'nly-pensive contemplation dwells, And ever-musing melancholy reigns; What means this tumult in ...
Somewhere, suspended in facetless space, the vine is spiralling, shown in the distance, with loosened hair: the farther the eye ...
All night the knot in the shoelace waits for its liberation, and the match on the table packs its head ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
If ever I saw blessing in the air I see it now in this still early day Where lemon-green the ...
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