The Pleiades (Amy Lowell Poem)
By day you cannot see the sky For it is up so very high. You look and look, but it's ...
By day you cannot see the sky For it is up so very high. You look and look, but it's ...
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion ...
Looking first toward the bus looking for the girls waving good bye as they headed off to school The sun ...
On the drive East on the way to Gramma's house presents unwrapped toys discovered Dressed in their Christmas dresses new ...
Listening to their harmonies, the blending of their voices really listening, feeling their songs pulled me back to other nights ...
A stoic Yankee A Baptist bowl and a lot of water met for a moment one November day Some fifteen ...
As Love and I, late harbor'd in one inn, With proverbs thus each other entertain: "In Love there is no ...
When I count the seeds That are sown beneath, To bloom so, bye and bye -- When I con the ...
The Child's faith is new -- Whole -- like His Principle -- Wide -- like the Sunrise On fresh Eyes ...
The feet of people walking home With gayer sandals go -- The Crocus -- til she rises The Vassal of ...
Forever at His side to walk -- The smaller of the two! Brain of His Brain -- Blood of His ...
"Sic transit gloria mundi," "How doth the busy bee," "Dum vivimus vivamus," I stay mine enemy! Oh "veni, vidi, vici!" ...
Let's talk about the weather then, would that help you take your ease? Gossip is so rare from you the ...
Eclogue the First. Whanne Englonde, smeethynge from her lethal wounde, From her galled necke dyd twytte the chayne awaie, Kennynge ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in ...
GAT ye me, O gat ye me, O gat ye me wi' naething? Rock an reel, and spinning wheel, A ...
NO song nor dance I bring from yon great city, That queens it o'er our taste-the more's the pity: Tho' ...
"HUSBAND, husband, cease your strife, Nor longer idly rave, Sir; Tho' I am your wedded wife Yet I am not ...
You never heard tell of the story? Well, now, I can hardly believe! Never heard of the honour and glory ...
A pathetic tale of the sea I will unfold, Enough to make one's blood run cold; Concerning four fishermen cast ...
Fellow Citizens of Dundee. I now must bid farewell to ye. For I am going to London far away. But ...
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