Music (Amy Lowell Poem)
The neighbour sits in his window and plays the flute. From my bed I can hear him, And the round ...
The neighbour sits in his window and plays the flute. From my bed I can hear him, And the round ...
He had offices in Sydney, not so many years ago, And his shingle bore the legend `Peter Anderson and Co.', ...
(Made Yeomanry towards End of Boer War) Only two African kopjes, Only the cart-tracks that wind Empty and open between ...
WITH palette laden She sat, as I passed her, A dainty maiden Before an Old Master. What mountain-top is She ...
Shadow puppets on the wall. Dark carbon copies of what a furnished room bares. Into a black covered mirror, my ...
We pace each other for a long time. I packed my anger with the beef jerky. You are the baby ...
Aware of the distance how far below the father mere copies of God made in his image alone From this ...
Walking to the courthouse to make copies for a pending case no urgent brisk walk for arguments, for the challenge ...
When I am in New York, I like to drop around at night, To visit with my honest, genial friends, ...
Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers, Is reason to the soul; and ...
All human things are subject to decay, And, when Fate summons, monarchs must obey: This Flecknoe found, who, like Augustus, ...
Let me pour forth My tears before thy face, whilst I stay here, For thy face coins them, and thy ...
England, with all thy faults, I love thee still-- My country! and, while yet a nook is left Where English ...
Mamua, when our laughter ends, And hearts and bodies, brown as white, Are dust about the doors of friends, Or ...
RESPONDEZ! Respondez! (The war is completed-the price is paid-the title is settled beyond recall;) Let every one answer! let those ...
Peace? and to all the world? sure, One And He the Prince of Peace, hath none. He travels to be ...
1 We are reading the story of our lives which takes place in a room. The room looks out on ...
The riches of the poet are equal to his poetry His power is his left hand It is idle weak ...
Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd, I said, Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The dog-star ...
Oh, some folk think vice-royalty is festive and hilarious, The duties of an A.D.C. are manifold and various, So listen, ...
Oblig'd by frequent visits of this man, Whom as Priest, Poet, and Musician, I for some branch of Melchizedeck took, ...
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