Malmaison (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
The night soaks itself along the shore of the river and in Lolita's breasts the branches die of love. The ...
When the Waters were dried an' the Earth did appear, ("It's all one," says the Sapper), The Lord He created ...
O Winter! frozen pulse and heart of fire, What loss is theirs who from thy kingdom turn Dismayed, and think ...
The lakes of ice gleam bluer than the lakes Of water 'neath the summer sunshine gleamed: Far fairer than when ...
This time I know I will never see him again. For a time he played the game, like a child ...
High the vanes of Shrewsbury gleam Islanded in Severn stream; The bridges from the steepled crest Cross the water east ...
"Clunton and Clunbury, Clungunford and Clun, Are the quietest places Under the sun." In valleys of springs and rivers, By ...
Sometimes, I, too, tell the ah's of my heart one by one like the blood-red beads of a ruby rosary ...
when they look into his mind they find a hill town somewhat surprised they go off to their learned books ...
ON bridges small and bridges great Stands Nepomucks in ev'ry state, Of ...
The fox pushes softly, blindly through me at night, between the liver and the stomach. Comes to the heart and ...
I walked on the banks of the tincan banana dock and sat down under the huge shade of a Southern ...
Out of the mild comfort out of the shelters, going where there is hurt, where there is need out of ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
New York: You take a train that rips through versts. It feels as if the trains were running over your ...
A monster taught To come to hand Amain, As swift as thought Across the land The train. The song it ...
Have you got a Brook in your little heart, Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drink, ...
Well my friends are gone and my hair is grey I ache in the places where I used to play ...
I knew that James Whistler was part of the Paris scene, but I was still surprised when I found the ...
O! Und dann wieder dies Bei-sich-selbst-Sein! Diese Stummheiten! Dies Getriebenwerden! .................................................................................. O! And then to be with -our -very -selves! ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
The Man that hath great griefs I pity not; 'Tis something to be great In any wise, and hint the ...
I Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...
How can you bear to look at the Neva? How can you bear to cross the bridges?. Not in vain ...
lonely as a dry and used orchard spread over the earth for use and surrender. shot down like an ex-pug ...
I. Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles, Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...
So spake the Son of God; and Satan stood A while as mute, confounded what to say, What to reply, ...
Edna St. Vincent Millay - Intention To Escape From Him I think I will learn some beautiful language, useless for ...
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