Landscapes (Louis Untermeyer Poems)
The rain was over, and the brilliant air Made every little blade of grass appear Vivid and startling-everything was there ...
The rain was over, and the brilliant air Made every little blade of grass appear Vivid and startling-everything was there ...
Molly MeansOld Molly Means was a hag and a witch;Chile of the devil, the dark, and sitch.Her heavy hair hung ...
THE ROOSTER is a brainless dude, although he sports a crest,The hen's an awful fool we know, though hen-eggs are ...
WHEN snow-balls on the horses' hoofs And the wind from the south blows warm,When the cattle stand where the sunbeams beat And ...
Lush green the grass that grows betweenThe willows of the bottom-land;Verged by the careless water, tall and green,The brown-topped cat-tails ...
He comes across the granite yard,Grizzled feather glint in his black wings.He strokes the tree, the water and the cat,Glances ...
The hen, so soon as she an egg doth lay,(Spreads the fame of her doing what she may.)About the yard ...
Condemn'd by Fate to way-ward Curse, Of Friends unkind, and empty Purse: Plagues worse than fill'd ...
The Mighty Mother, and her son who brings The Smithfield muses to the ear of kings, I sing. Say you, ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
Man, is the Sea your master? Sea, and is man your slave? - This is the song of brave men ...
Smoke, it is all smoke in the throat of eternity. . . . For centuries, the air was full of ...
[Goethe describes this much-admired Poem, which he wrote in honour of his love Lily, as being "designed to change his ...
'Tis true, dear Ben, thy just chastising hand Hath fix'd upon the sotted age a brand To their swoll'n pride ...
Among the orchard weeds, from every search, Snugly and sure, the old hen's nest is made, Who cackles every morning ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Gods, what a black, fierce day! The clouds were iron, Wrenched to strange, rugged shapes; the red sun winked Over ...
The Farmer's Goose, who in the Stubble, Has fed without Restraint, or Trouble; Grown fat with Corn and Sitting still, ...
MAKE war songs out of these; Make chants that repeat and weave. Make rhythms up to the ragtime chatter of ...
As I stood upon London Bridge and viewed the mighty throng Of thousands of people in cabs and 'busses rapidly ...
The tired cars go grumbling by, The moaning, groaning cars, And the old milk carts go rumbling by Under the ...
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