1777 (Amy Lowell Poem)
I The Trumpet-Vine Arbour The throats of the little red trumpet-flowers are wide open, And the clangour of brass beats ...
I The Trumpet-Vine Arbour The throats of the little red trumpet-flowers are wide open, And the clangour of brass beats ...
Why is that wanton gossip Fame So dumb about this man's affairs? Why do we titter at his name Who ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
I He bends his travel-tarnished feet To where she wastes in clay: From day-dawn until eve he fares Along the ...
Cavalier, unthinking shot from our mouths the sword of our tongues seeking gain at the expense of our neighbors a ...
There were three cavaliers that went over the Rhine, And gayly they called to the hostess for wine. "And where ...
I.--TO MISTRESS BARBARA There were three cavaliers, all handsome and true, On Valentine's day came a maiden to woo, And ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
I Lover of beauty, walking on the height Of pure philosophy and tranquil song; Born to behold the visions that ...
It would not know if it were spurned, This gallant little flower -- How therefore safe to be a flower ...
Why can't I keep out of harm's way? Am I so preoccupied, simultaneously looking ahead, concurrently looking behind; concerned to ...
My father is a quiet man With sober, steady ways; For simile, a folded fan; His nights are like his ...
The earth is full of rhythms so precise the octave of the crystal can produce a trillion oscillations, yet not ...
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
The Moorish King rides up and down, Through Granada's royal town; From Elvira's gate to those Of Bivarambla on he ...
The Moorish King rides up and down, Through Granada's royal town; From Elvira's gate to those Of Bivarambla on he ...
Ah! County Guy, the hour is nigh The sun has left the lea, The orange-flower perfumes the bower, The breeze ...
To the Lords of Convention 'twas Claver'se who spoke. 'Ere the King's crown shall fall there are crowns to be ...
Ah! County Guy, the hour is nigh, The sun has left the lea, The orange flower perfumes the bower, The ...
RUM tiddy um, tiddy um, tiddy um tum tum. My knees are loose-like, my feet want to sling their selves. ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
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