The Great Adventure of Max Breuck (Amy Lowell Poem)
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
Naughty little speckled trout, Can't I coax you to come out? Is it such great fun to play In the ...
Ah, Grief, I should not treat you like a homeless dog who comes to the back door for a crust, ...
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion ...
"Lead me to the cross", his profile said his statement to the world, written on the ether, the ephemeral, the ...
I ain't afeard uv snakes, or toads, or bugs, or worms, or mice, An' things 'at girls are skeered uv ...
"Willis, I didn't want you here to-day: The lawyer's coming for the company. I'm going to sell my soul, or, ...
Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step, She ran on ...
It would have starved a Gnat -- To live so small as I -- And yet I was a living ...
Grief is a Mouse -- And chooses Wainscot in the Breast For His Shy House -- And baffles quest -- ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
ah, christ, what a CREW: more poetry, always more P O E T R Y . if it doesn't come, ...
When Yankies, skill'd in martial rule, First put the British troops to school; Instructed them in warlike trade, And new ...
Now Night came down, and rose full soon That patroness of rogues, the Moon; Beneath whose kind protecting ray, Wolves, ...
(Time, Noon.) HUMPHREY: See'st thou not William that the scorching Sun By this time half his daily race has run? ...
Heigh ho! to sleep I vainly try; Since twelve I haven't closed an eye, And now it's three, and as ...
I As long as Fame's imperious music rings Will poets mock it with crowned words august; And haggard men will ...
God's acre was her garden-spot, she said; She sat there often, of the Summer days, Little and slim and sweet, ...
Set the foot down with distrust upon the crust of the world-it is thin. Moles are at work beneath us; ...
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