Two Travellers in the Place Vendome (Amy Lowell Poem)
Reign of Louis Philippe A great tall column spearing at the sky With a little man on top. Goodness! Tell ...
Reign of Louis Philippe A great tall column spearing at the sky With a little man on top. Goodness! Tell ...
My cup is empty to-night, Cold and dry are its sides, Chilled by the wind from the open window. Empty ...
The eye can hardly pick them out From the cold shade they shelter in, Till wind distresses tail and main; ...
Here is nothing new nor aught unproven," say the Trumpets, "Many feet have worn it and the road is old ...
Wake: the silver dusk returning Up the beach of darkness brims, And the ship of sunrise burning Strands upon the ...
Hark, hearer, hear what I do; lend a thought now, make believe We are leafwhelmed somewhere with the hood Of ...
When I was born, From all the seas of strength Fate filled a chalice, Saying, This be thy portion, child; ...
In Ionia whence sprang old poets' fame, From whom that sea did first derive her name, The blessed bed whereon ...
A vision of flushed faces, shining limbs, The madness of the music that entrances All life ...
A vision of flushed faces, shining limbs, The madness of the music that entrances All life ...
There are five men in the moonlight That by their shadows stand; Three hobble humped on crutches, And two lack ...
Tenderly, day that I have loved, I close your eyes, And smooth your quiet brow, and fold your thin dead ...
Though Virtue hurt you Vice is nice; Aye, Parson says it's wrong, Yet for my pleasing I'll suffice With Women, ...
Light up your pipe again, old chum, and sit awhile with me; I've got to watch the bannock bake -- ...
Poppies, you try to tell me, glowing there in the wheat; Poppies! Ah no! You mock me: It's blood, I ...
There seemed a smell of autumn in the air At the bleak end of night; he shivered there In a ...
BEYOND the gates thou gav'st a field to till; I have a larger on my window-sill. A farm, d'ye say? ...
WHILE the yellow constellations shine with pale and tender glory, In the lilac-scented stillness let us listen to earth's story. ...
In the willows along the river at Pleasure Bay A catbird singing, never the same phrase twice. Here under the ...
Out of lemon flowers loosed on the moonlight, love's lashed and insatiable essences, sodden with fragrance, the lemon tree's yellow ...
Come riddle-me-ree, come riddle-me-ree, And tell me, what my name may be. I am nearly one hundred and thirty years ...
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