The Foreigner (Amy Lowell Poem)
Have at you, you Devils! My back's to this tree, For you're nothing so nice That the hind-side of me ...
Have at you, you Devils! My back's to this tree, For you're nothing so nice That the hind-side of me ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
Why didst thou carve thy speech laboriously, And match and blend thy words with curious art? For Song, one saith, ...
Robin and his merry men : Lived just like the birds; They had almost as many tracks as thoughts, : ...
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
SAY not the Poet dies! Though in the dust he lies, He cannot forfeit his melodious breath, Unsphered by envious ...
I Baked the day she suddenly dropped dead we chew it slowly that last apple pie. Shocked into sleeplessness you're ...
MONTANO, SILVIO, AND MIRTILLO, SHEPHERDS MON. Bad are the times. SIL. And worse than they are we. MON. Troth, bad ...
The church flings forth a battled shade Over the moon-blanched sward: The church; my gift; whereto I paid My all ...
fog owns the town in its palm lawyers nibble each other's fingers the churches take their cut at the fat ...
With short, sharp violent lights made vivid, To the southward far as the sight can roam, Only the swirl of ...
Then a lawyer said, "But what of our Laws, master?" And he answered: You delight in laying down laws, Yet ...
With God's visions, his guidance the early saints, the patriarchs of the new way saw the barriers knocked down, the ...
Okay, for those who don't speak German, the title of the poem is "A Boat in a Bottle" and that's ...
Full many a sinful notion Conceived of foreign powers Has come across the ocean To harm this land of ours; ...
A Fond Athenian Mother brought A Sculptor to indulge her Thought, And carve her Only Son; Who to such strange ...
Weary, at last, of the Pindarick way, Thro' which advent'rously the Muse wou'd stray; To Fable I descend with soft ...
In anguish we uplift A new unhallowed song: The race is to the swift; The battle to the strong. Of ...
From citron-bower be her bed, cut from branch of tree a-flower, fashioned for her maidenhead. From Lydian apples, sweet of ...
Can we not force from widow'd poetry, Now thou art dead (great Donne) one elegy To crown thy hearse? Why ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
I sold her bed for a song. A song of yearning like an orphan's. Or the one knives carve into ...
Tomorrow's Thursday again, swept with the days' meandering flow: this, that, and the week goes, hearing time splash through cracks. ...
As I was carving images from clouds, And tinting them with soft ethereal dyes Pressed from the pulp of dreams, ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
MADONNA, mistress, I would build for thee An altar deep in the sad soul of me; And in the darkest ...
When, by decree of the supreme power, The Poet appears in this annoyed world, His mother, blasphemous out of horror ...
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
See, as the carver carves a rose, A wing, a toad, a serpent's eye, In cruel granite, to disclose The ...
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