An Opera House (Amy Lowell Poem)
Within the gold square of the proscenium arch, A curtain of orange velvet hangs in stiff folds, Its tassels jarring ...
Within the gold square of the proscenium arch, A curtain of orange velvet hangs in stiff folds, Its tassels jarring ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
Joy is a trick in the air; pleasure is merely contemptible, the dangled Carrot the ass follows to market or ...
He was six foot four, and forty-six and even colder than he thought he was James Thurber, The Thirteen Clocks ...
I "Soul! Shall I see thy face," she said, "In one brief hour? And away with thee from a loveless ...
Terrifying are the attent sleek thrushes on the lawn, More coiled steel than living - a poised Dark deadly eye, ...
The world ablaze sitting at flashpoint the tinder ready ready to ignite Change, ablaze coming into view freedom, protest in ...
Turning so gracefully into the wind feathers like fingers pointing guiding the arc of its climb Carving the air so ...
His life changed, over time like water shaping stone, carving the rock with the force of a torrent, the crash ...
Carving through the waters All is at peace Nature all around me One with the paddle, with the water Echoes ...
GROWLTIGER was a Bravo Cat, who lived upon a barge; In fact he was the roughest cat that ever roamed ...
In England once there lived a big And wonderfully clever pig. To everybody it was plain That Piggy had a ...
And I start wondering how they came to be blind. If it was congenital, they could be brothers and sister, ...
As I was carving images from clouds, And tinting them with soft ethereal dyes Pressed from the pulp of dreams, ...
On my wall hangs a Japanese carving, The mask of an evil demon, decorated with gold lacquer. Sympathetically I observe ...
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, ...
The difficulty to think at the end of day, When the shapeless shadow covers the sun And nothing is left ...
The light along the hills in the morning comes down slowly, naming the trees white, then coasting the ground for ...
Pavement slipp'ry, people sneezing, Lords in ermine, beggars freezing ; Titled gluttons dainties carving, Genius in a garret starving. Lofty ...
I make a pact with you, Walt Whitman-- I have detested you long enough. I come to you as a ...
PART I O! nothing earthly save the ray (Thrown back from flowers) of Beauty's eye, As in those gardens where ...
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