The Paper Windmill (Amy Lowell Poem)
The little boy pressed his face against the window-pane and looked out at the bright sunshiny morning. The cobble-stones of ...
The little boy pressed his face against the window-pane and looked out at the bright sunshiny morning. The cobble-stones of ...
An old man in a lodge within a park; The chamber walls depicted all around With portraitures of huntsman, hawk, ...
Listen my children and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in ...
"Speak! speak I thou fearful guest Who, with thy hollow breast Still in rude armor drest, Comest to daunt me! ...
With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and ...
Bell-man of night, if I about shall go For to deny my Master, do thou crow! Thou stop'st Saint Peter ...
It's when the birds go piping and the daylight slowly breaks, That, clamoring for his dinner, our precious baby wakes; ...
I'm ceded -- I've stopped being Theirs -- The name They dropped upon my face With water, in the country ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
Neutrinos do zip but swap back and forth into each other, much like Rosypoop and Guildendoo do. For years it ...
1 PROUD music of the storm! Blast that careers so free, whistling across the prairies! Strong hum of forest tree-tops! ...
I I, in my intricate image, stride on two levels, Forged in man's minerals, the brassy orator Laying my ghost ...
I heard the farm cocks crowing, loud, and faint, and thin, When hooded night was going and one clear planet ...
I've never ceased to curse the day I signed A seven years' bargain for the Golden Fleece. 'Twas a bad ...
GO, little book - the ancient phrase And still the daintiest - go your ways, My Otto, over sea and ...
The seafarers tell of the Eastern Isle of Bliss, It is lost in a wilderness of misty sea waves. But ...
Tiny green birds skate over the surface of the room. A naked girl prepares a basin with steaming water, And ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
In ruck and quibble of courtfolk This giant hulked, I tell you, on her scene With hands like derricks, Looks ...
Dust is Blowing Blood is Flowing Dead are Worming U.N. are Groaning French are Moaning Bush Gets Going Protestors are ...
The tired cars go grumbling by, The moaning, groaning cars, And the old milk carts go rumbling by Under the ...
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