The Last Quarter of the Moon (Amy Lowell Poem)
How long shall I tarnish the mirror of life, A spatter of rust on its polished steel! The seasons reel ...
How long shall I tarnish the mirror of life, A spatter of rust on its polished steel! The seasons reel ...
I The Trumpet-Vine Arbour The throats of the little red trumpet-flowers are wide open, And the clangour of brass beats ...
On winter nights beside the nursery fire We read the fairy tale, while glowing coals Builded its pictures. There before ...
(From the French of Emile Verhaeren) He who walks through the meadows of Champagne At noon in Fall, when leaves ...
The boom and blare of the big brass band is cheering to my heart And I like the smell of ...
1917 (To Lyde of the Music Halls) What boots it on the Gods to call? Since, answered or unheard, We ...
Too late, alas! the song To remedy the wrong; -- The rooms are taken from us, swept and garnished for ...
There was a strife 'twixt man and maid-- Oh, that was at the birth of time! But what befell 'twixt ...
to the memory of my friend SI-YA-U, whose head was cut off in Shanghai A CLAIM Renowned Leonardo's world-famous "La ...
There, in the corner, staring at his drink. The cap juts like a gantry's crossbeam, Cowling plated forehead and sledgehead ...
Since Reverend Doctors now declare That clerks and people must prepare To doubt if Adam ever were; To hold the ...
With big tin trumpet and little red drum, Marching like soldiers, the children come! It 's this way and that ...
My stepdaughter and I circle round and round. You see, I like the music loud, the speakers throbbing, jam-packing the ...
For every tiny town or place God made the stars especially; Babies look up with owlish face And see them ...
An imaginary composer.] I. Hist, but a word, fair and soft! Forth and be judged, Master Hugues! Answer the question ...
What d'ye think, lad; what d'ye think, As the roaring crowds go by? As the banners flare and the brasses ...
The woman in the ordinary pudgy downcast girl is crouching with eyes and muscles clenched. Round and pebble smooth she ...
Sleep, pretty lady, the night is enfolding you; Drift, and so lightly, on crystalline streams. Wrapped in its perfumes, the ...
THE moon resumed all heaven now, She shepherded the stars below Along her wide, white steeps of snow, Nor stooped ...
From cold Norse caves or buccaneer Southern seas Oft come repenting tempests here to die; Bewailing old-time wrecks and robberies, ...
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