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 ...
History has to live with what was here, clutching and close to fumbling all we had-- it is so dull ...
Er-Heb beyond the Hills of Ao-Safai Bears witness to the truth, and Ao-Safai Hath told the men of Gorukh. Thence ...
Dawn off the Foreland--the young flood making Jumbled and short and steep-- Black in the hollows and bright where it's ...
I rose at night and visited The Cave of the Unborn, And crowding shapes surrounded me For tidings of the ...
A full moon shines over the morning frost; the lanes are full of late-fallen leaves; walking across the mulch is ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
Who hath not felt the influence that so calms The weary mind in summers sultry hours When wandering thickest woods ...
Milton, our noblest poet, in the grace Of youth, in those fair eyes and clustering hair, That brow untouched by ...
I woke up, it was the house where I was born, It was night, trees were crowding On all sides ...
Whither, O splendid ship, thy white sails crowding, Leaning across the bosom of the urgent West, That fearest nor sea ...
A freaking ankle crabbed his blissful trips, this whiskey tastes like California but is Kentucky, like Berkeley where he truly ...
I. All I believed is true! I am able yet All I want, to get By a method as strange ...
The snow floats down upon us, mingled with rain . . . It eddies around pale lilac lamps, and falls ...
Hark! ah, the nightingale- The tawny-throated! Hark, from that moonlit cedar what a burst! What triumph! hark!-what pain! O wanderer ...
WHEN biting Boreas, fell and dour, Sharp shivers thro' the leafless bow'r; When Phoebus gies a short-liv'd glow'r, Far south ...
Bring me a quart of colonial beer And some doughy damper to make good cheer, I must make a heavy ...
Mondays, way before dawn, before even the first hint of blue in the windows, we'd hear it start, off the ...
Troubled slumbering of things, the curtain blown aside by the gush of the salty wind, the advent of the tide ...
Scarlet as the cloth draped over a sword, white as steaming rice, blue as leschenaultia, old curried towns, the frog ...
The dark is coming o'er the world, my playmate, And the fields where poplars stand are very still, All our ...
There's a grayness over the harbor like fear on the face of a woman, The sob of the waves has ...
Did you ever find out which of the boys it was Who snapped the toy pistol against my hand? There ...
After you have enriched your soul To the highest point, With books, thought, suffering, the understanding of many personalities, The ...
Roar of the rushing train fearfully rocking, Impatient people jammed in line for food, The rasping noise of cars together ...
A good man is seized by the police and spirited away. Months later someone brags that he shot him once ...
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