The Last Quarter of the Moon (Amy Lowell Poem)
How long shall I tarnish the mirror of life, A spatter of rust on its polished steel! The seasons reel ...
How long shall I tarnish the mirror of life, A spatter of rust on its polished steel! The seasons reel ...
Slowly, without force, the rain drops into the city. It stops a moment on the carved head of Saint John, ...
I Over the yawning chimney hangs the fog. Drip -- hiss -- drip -- hiss -- fall the raindrops on ...
Day of ending for beginnings! Ocean hath another innings, Ocean hath another score; And the surges sing his winnings, And ...
Never stoops the soaring vulture On his quarry in the desert, On the sick or wounded bison, But another vulture, ...
1 Three fishers went sailing away to the west, 2 Away to the west as the sun went down; 3 ...
I Some day I will go to Aarhus To see his peat-brown head, The mild pods of his eye-lids, His ...
Why should this flower delay so long To show its tremulous plumes? Now is the time of plaintive robin-song, When ...
I In days when men had joy of war, A God of Battles sped each mortal jar; The peoples pledged ...
I hardly remember your voice, but the pain of you floats in some remote current of my blood. I carry ...
I hardly remember your voice, but the pain of you floats in some remote current of my blood. I carry ...
A prince stood on the balcony of his palace addressing a great multitude summoned for the occasion and said, "Let ...
Corpses piled up on the curb limbs becoming bare in the winter air, shadows of the needles fallen below on ...
By way of a vanished bridge we cross this river as a cloud of lifted snow would ascend a mountain. ...
You could see the signs which said that possums came at night and fed upon this tree, they left their ...
The symbols that we use are T shirts of the dead thoughts of corpses without heads, a rictus without sound ...
The ocean said to me once, "Look! Yonder on the shore Is a woman, weeping. I have watched her. Go ...
Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind. Because the lover threw wild hands toward the sky And the affrighted ...
The south-wind strengthens to a gale, Across the moon the clouds fly fast, The house is smitten as with a ...
He lay in the middle of the world, and twicht. More Sparine for Pelides, human (half) & down here as ...
God-Full-of-Mercy, the prayer for the dead. If God was not full of mercy, Mercy would have been in the world, ...
death wants more death, and its webs are full: I remember my father's garage, how child-like I would brush the ...
It so happens I am sick of being a man. And it happens that I walk into tailorshops and movie ...
There are cemeteries that are lonely, graves full of bones that do not make a sound, the heart moving through ...
Who are these? Why sit they here in twilight? Wherefore rock they, purgatorial shadows, Drooping tongues from jaws that slob ...
Ye Sons of Great Britain! come join with me And King in praise of the gallant British Armie, That behaved ...
'Twas in the year of 1887, and on the 28th of September, Which many people of Honan, in China, will ...
'Twas in the year of 1889, and in the month of June, Ten thousand people met with a fearful doom, ...
It is March and black dust falls out of the books Soon I will be gone The tall spirit who ...
The artisans of this room, who designed the lamp base (a huge red slug with a hole where its heart ...
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