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 ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
The nursery fire burns brightly, crackling in cheerful little explosions and trails of sparks up the back of the chimney. ...
Bricks of the wall, so much older than the house - taken I think from a farm pulled down when ...
To put one brick upon another, Add a third and then a forth, Leaves no time to wonder whether What ...
Fire lighted; on the table a meal for sleepy men; A lantern in the stable; a jingle now and then; ...
While you use your best endeavour to immortalise in verse The gambling and the drink which are your country's greatest ...
On Fridays he'd open a can of Jax After coming home from the mill, & ask me to write a ...
When the Waters were dried an' the Earth did appear, ("It's all one," says the Sapper), The Lord He created ...
Now this is the tale of the Council the German Kaiser decreed, To ease the strong of their burden, to ...
When the flush of a new-born sun fell first on Eden's green and gold, Our father Adam sat under the ...
For Michael Hamburger Barn owl daughter of snow, subject to the night wind, yet taking root with her talons in ...
just as the dusk comes hooting down through the shivering black leaves of the swinging trees we (the brave ones ...
when they look into his mind they find a hill town somewhat surprised they go off to their learned books ...
(1) the ordinary you are not interested in me a receiver of food and a giver of shit my brain ...
for all my country poses my cells belong to a town grass is symbol-deep in me but brick dips deeper ...
A challenge from the pulpit not even discernment more fundamental than that real trust in God Christ's commission to us ...
Odd and misshapen living stones, joined together building the foundation, the walls, of Your temple, Your holy church We are ...
A vine, deep rich dark green rising up from the earth living color against the sooted coated rust of the ...
Builder, in building the little house, In every way you may please yourself; But please please me in the kitchen ...
AN ATTACK ON BARBERCRAFT At last an end of all I hoped and feared! Muttered ...
AN ATTACK ON BARBERCRAFT At last an end of all I hoped and feared! Muttered ...
At the end of a long-walled garden in a red provincial town, A brick path led to a mulberry- scanty ...
The gas was on in the Institute, The flare was up in the gym, A man was running a mineral ...
"When I hit her on the head, it was good, and then I did it to her a couple of ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of ...
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