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 ...
For William and Emily Maxwell At this time of day One could hear the caulking irons sound Against the hulls ...
Lay these words into the dead man's grave next to the almonds and black cherries--- tiny skulls and flowering blood-drops, ...
You have beheld a smiling rose When virgins' hands have drawn O'er it a cobweb-lawn: And here, you see, this ...
Hapcot! To thee the Fairy State I with discretion, dedicate. Because thou prizest things that are Curious, and un-familiar. Take ...
Cherry-ripe, ripe, ripe, I cry, Full and fair ones; come, and buy: If so be you ask me where They ...
cherries are so vulnerable blinking their way from green to polished red in trees guileless to stave off birds a ...
(1) the ordinary you are not interested in me a receiver of food and a giver of shit my brain ...
i want to hold the horse's string cried the girl (three) stamping her foot told by adults she was much ...
WHAT time our Lord still walk'd the earth, Unknown, despised, of humble birth, And on Him many a youth attended ...
(From Frise on the Somme in February, 1917, in answer to a letter saying: "I am just finishing my 'Faun's ...
Cherries of the night are riper Than the cherries pluckt at noon Gather to your fairy piper When he pipes ...
Children born of fairy stock Never need for shirt or frock, Never want for food or fire, Always get their ...
Bound by the season the layers of fruit when I am making the salad but making it work Layers to ...
Oh man! Nothing Mom and Dad were away; I had such big plans Four kinds of ice cream, scooped, melting ...
In an ocean, 'way out yonder, (As all sapient people know) Is the land of Wonder-Wander, Whither children love to ...
NOW the lusty spring is seen; Golden yellow, gaudy blue, Daintily invite the view: Everywhere on every green Roses blushing ...
Give me, O indulgent Fate! Give me yet before I die A sweet, but absolute retreat, 'Mongst paths so lost ...
The bear puts both arms around the tree above her And draws it down as if it were a lover ...
Now, joy is born of parents poor, And pleasure of our richer kind; Though pleasure's free, she cannot sing As ...
Victory comes late -- And is held low to freezing lips -- Too rapt with frost To take it -- ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook for Trout Fishing in America as if ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
That's my last duchess painted on the wall, Looking as if she were alive. I call That piece a wonder, ...
YOUNG Peggy blooms our boniest lass, Her blush is like the morning, The rosy dawn, the springing grass, With early ...
ON Cessnock banks a lassie dwells; Could I describe her shape and mein; Our lasses a' she far excels, An' ...
IN Tarbolton, ye ken, there are proper young men, And proper young lasses and a', man; But ken ye the ...
When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy And the dimpling stream runs laughing by, When the air ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
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