Falling Snow (Amy Lowell Poems)
The snow whispers around me And my wooden clogs Leave holes behind me in the snow. But no one will ...
The snow whispers around me And my wooden clogs Leave holes behind me in the snow. But no one will ...
The short hour's halt is ended, The red gone from the west, The broken wheel is mended, And the dead ...
She ran to see her friend coming back together the green clogs and the gray sneakers walking together Not running, ...
There was a certain gentleman, Ben Apfelgarten called, Who lived way off in Germany a many years ago, And he ...
Although thy hand and faith, and good works too, Have sealed thy love which nothing should undo, Yea though thou ...
The most important thing we've learned, So far as children are concerned, Is never, NEVER, NEVER let Them near your ...
The most important thing we've learned, So far as children are concerned, Is never, NEVER, NEVER let Them near your ...
A ship that bears much sail, and little ballast, is easily overset; and that man, whose head hath great abilities, ...
Half squatter, half tenant (no rent)- a sort of inheritance; white, in your thirties now, and supposed to supply me ...
There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams hurry too rapidly down to the sea, and the pressure of ...
Over the fence, the dead settle in for a journey. Nine o'clock. You are alone for the first time today. ...
Mist clogs the sunshine. Smoky dwarf houses Hem me round everywhere; A vague dejection Weighs down my soul. Yet, while ...
Your lungs fill & spread themselves, wings of pink blood, and your bones empty themselves and become hollow. When you ...
The first morning of Three Mile Island: those first disquieting, uncertain, mystifying hours. All morning a crew of workmen have ...
Rivers, tow paths, caravan parks From Kirkstall to Keighley The track's ribbon flaps Like Margaret's whirling and twirling At ten ...
Forever fair, forever calm and bright, Life flies on plumage, zephyr-light, For those who on the Olympian hill rejoice-- Moons ...
The Muse is stern unto her favoured sons, Giving to some the keys of all the joy Of the green ...
The trumpets of the four winds of the world From the ends of the earth blow battle; the night heaves, ...
I We thrill too strangely at the master's touch; We shrink too sadly from the larger self Which for its ...
The seafarers tell of the Eastern Isle of Bliss, It is lost in a wilderness of misty sea waves. But ...
I did but prompt the age to quit their clogs By the known rules of ancient liberty, When straight a ...
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