1777 (Amy Lowell Poem)
I The Trumpet-Vine Arbour The throats of the little red trumpet-flowers are wide open, And the clangour of brass beats ...
I The Trumpet-Vine Arbour The throats of the little red trumpet-flowers are wide open, And the clangour of brass beats ...
THROUGH my north window, in the wintry weather,-- My airy oriel on the river shore,-- I watch the sea-fowl as ...
Louder than gulls the little children scream Whom fathers haul into the jovial foam; But others fearlessly rush in, breast ...
On the banks of the Mersey, o'er on Cheshire side, Lies Runcorn that's best known to fame By Transporter Bridge ...
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-laire-nil nisi divinum stabile est; caetera fumus-the gondola stopped, the old palace was there, how charming its grey and pink-goats ...
A chieftain, to the Highlands bound, Cries, ``Boatman, do not tarry! And I'll give thee a silver pound To row ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
FOR the fairest maid in Hampton They needed not to search, Who saw young Anna favor Come walking into church,-- ...
O MATER! O fils! O brood continental! O flowers of the prairies! O space boundless! O hum of mighty products! ...
I HEAR America singing, the varied carols I hear; Those of mechanics-each one singing his, as it should be, blithe ...
I long to go over there to the further bank of the river. Where those boats are tied to the ...
Sullen clouds are gathering fast over the black fringe of the forest. O child, do not go out! The palm ...
The boat of the boatman Madhu is moored at the wharf of Rajgunj. It is uselessly laden with jute, and ...
See you the towers, that, gray and old, Frown through the sunlight's liquid gold, Steep sternly fronting steep? The Hellespont ...
The tyrant Dionys to seek, Stern Moerus with his poniard crept; The watchful guard upon him swept; The grim king ...
On the southwest side of Capri we found a little unknown grotto where no people were and we entered it ...
We crossed to the other side, the burgee of the boat ceased flapping and lagged behind like a dead wing. ...
'Twas on the 8th of January 1881, That a terrific gale along the English Channel ran, And spread death and ...
'Twas in the year of 1888, and on July the 14th day, That an alarming accident occurred in the River ...
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