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 ...
The Word came down to Dives in Torment where he lay: "Our World is full of wickedness, My Children maim ...
Rhyme, the rack of finest wits, That expresseth but by fits True conceit, Spoiling senses of their treasure, Cozening judgment ...
What is unwisdom but the lusting after Longevity: to be old and full of days! For the vast and unremitting ...
King Francis was a hearty king, and loved a royal sport, And one day as his lions fought, sat looking ...
My window shews the travelling clouds, Leaves spent, new seasons, alter'd sky, The making and the melting crowds: The whole ...
There never was a face as fair as yours, A heart as true, a love as pure and keen. These ...
There never was a face as fair as yours, A heart as true, a love as pure and keen. These ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
O God, where does this tend-these struggling aims? What would I have? What is this 'sleep', which seems To bound ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
'Tis death! and peace, indeed, is here, And ease from shame, and rest from fear. There's nothing can dismarble now ...
OLD Winter, with his frosty beard, Thus once to Jove his prayer preferred: "What have I done of all the ...
Dire one and desired one, Savior, sentencer-- In an old allegory you would carry A chained alphabet of tokens: Ankh ...
A dream tree, Polly's tree: a thicket of sticks, each speckled twig ending in a thin-paned leaf unlike any other ...
What are we first? First, animals; and next Intelligences at a leap; on whom Pale lies the distant shadow of ...
Fairest! put on a while These pinions of light I bring thee, And o'er thy own green isle In fancy ...
The windless northern surge, the sea-gull's scream, And Calvin's kirk crowning the barren brae. I think of Giotto the Tuscan ...
I. A NEGRO SERMON:-SIMON LEGREE (To be read in your own variety of negro dialect.) Legree's big house was white ...
(The poem shows the Master, with his work done, singing to free his heart in Heaven.) I heard Immanuel singing ...
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