Malmaison (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
"Of course I was drugged, and so heavily I did not regain consciousness until the next morning. I was horrified ...
In those days the Evil Spirits, All the Manitos of mischief, Fearing Hiawatha's wisdom, And his love for Chibiabos, Jealous ...
(roundel: variation of the rondeau consisting of three stanzas of three lines each, linked together with but two rhymes and ...
Part One The power of charity sows deep in my heart, and I reap and gather the wheat in bundles ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
SOLICITED I've been to give a tale, In which (though true, decorum must prevail), The subject from a picture shall ...
THE worst of ills, with jealousy compared, Are trifling torments ev'ry where declared. IMAGINE, to yourself a silly fool, To ...
IN ev'ry age, at Naples, we are told, Intrigue and gallantry reign uncontrolled; With beauteous objects in abundance blessed. No ...
IN Eastern climes, by means considered new; The Mount's old-man, with terrors would pursue; His large domains howe'er were not ...
IN Lombardy's fair land, in days of yore, Once dwelt a prince, of youthful charms, a store; Each FAIR, with ...
Thou know'st my praise of nature most sincere, And that my raptures are not conjur'd up To serve occasions of ...
Make your daily monument the Ego, use a masochist's epistemology of shame and dog-eared certainty that others less exacting might ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
I. I wanted the macabre plant holder hanging in Janet and Chrissy's apartment. My friend said her cousin tried to ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
Within the circuit of this plodding life There enter moments of an azure hue, Untarnished fair as is the violet ...
(My student, thrown by a horse) I remember the neckcurls, limp and damp as tendrils; And her quick look, a ...
(To Mrs. Edward MacDowell) No sound of any storm that shakes Old island walls with older seas Comes here where ...
Pitch here the tent, while the old horse grazes: By the old hedge-side we'll halt a stage. It's nigh my ...
Oh! think not my spirits are always as light, And as free from a pang as they seem to you ...
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