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 ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
The little quids, the million quids, The everywhere, everything, always quids, The atoms of the Monoton- Each turned three essences ...
The month of carnival of all the year, When Nature lets the wild earth go its way, And spend whole ...
COLORED CHILD AT CARNIVAL Where is the Jim Crow section On this merry-go-round, Mister, cause I want to ride? Down ...
The south-wind brings Life, sunshine, and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire, But over the dead ...
Endanger it, and the Demand Of tickets for a sigh Amazes the Humility Of Credibility -- Recover it to Nature ...
THE worm, the rich worm, has a noble domain In the field that is stored with its millions of slain ...
The forest holds high carnival to-day, And every hill-side glows with gold and fire; Ivy and sumac dress in colors ...
Here in the dark, O heart; Alone with the enduring Earth, and Night, And Silence, and the warm strange smell ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
Reubens, river of forgetfulness, garden of sloth, Pillow of wet flesh that one cannot love, But where life throngs and ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
I Oh Galuppi, Baldassaro, this is very sad to find! I can hardly misconceive you; it would prove me deaf ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
'TWAS 1 in that place o' Scotland's isle, That bears the name o' auld King Coil, Upon a bonie day ...
I keep such music in my brain No din this side of death can quell; Glory exulting over pain, And ...
CHILDREN, ye have not lived, to you it seems Life is a lovely stalactite of dreams, Or carnival of careless ...
In Rome on the Campo di Fiori Baskets of olives and lemons, Cobbles spattered with wine And the wreckage of ...
A Song in Chinese Tapestries "How, how," he said. "Friend Chang," I said, "San Francisco sleeps as the dead- Ended ...
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