The Fruit Shop (Amy Lowell Poem)
Cross-ribboned shoes; a muslin gown, High-waisted, girdled with bright blue; A straw poke bonnet which hid the frown She pluckered ...
Cross-ribboned shoes; a muslin gown, High-waisted, girdled with bright blue; A straw poke bonnet which hid the frown She pluckered ...
When wilt thou wake, O Mother, wake and see - As one who, held in trance, has laboured long By ...
(1) the ordinary you are not interested in me a receiver of food and a giver of shit my brain ...
THE soul of man Resembleth water: From heaven it cometh, To heaven it soareth. And then again To earth descendeth, ...
YESTERDAY brown was still thy head, as the locks of my loved one, Whose sweet image so dear silently beckons ...
The rhyme of the poet Modulates the king's affairs, Balance-loving nature Made all things in pairs. To every foot its ...
I Thy trivial harp will never please Or fill my craving ear; Its chords should ring as blows the breeze, ...
Let me but feel thy look's embrace, Transparent, pure, and warm, And I'll not ask to touch thy face, Or ...
I Ah, who will tell me, in these leaden days, Why the sweet Spring delays, And where she hides, -- ...
With many a pause and oft reverted eye I climb the Coomb's ascent: sweet songsters near Warble in shade their ...
Lines composed while climbing the left ascent of Brockley Coomb, May 1795 With many a pause and oft reverted eye ...
Languid, and sad, and slow, from day to day I journey on, yet pensive turn to view (Where the rich ...
Languid, and sad, and slow, from day to day I journey on, yet pensive turn to view (Where the rich ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was ...
I have come, alas, to the great circle of shadow, to the short day and to the whitening hills, when ...
Six bulls I saw as black as jet, With crimsoned horns and amber eyes That chewed their cud without a ...
[As a Tribute of Esteem and Admiration this Poem is inscribed to ROBERT MERRY, Esq. A. M. Member of the ...
LOVE, I renounce thy tyrant sway, I mock thy fascinating art, MINE, be the calm unruffled day, That brings no ...
NOTHING so true as what you once let fall, "Most Women have no Characters at all." Matter too soft a ...
Through Erin's Isle To sport awhile As Love and Valour wander'd, With Wit, the sprite, Whose quiver bright A thousand ...
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