Fragment (Amy Lowell Poem)
What is poetry? Is it a mosaic Of coloured stones which curiously are wrought Into a pattern? Rather glass that's ...
What is poetry? Is it a mosaic Of coloured stones which curiously are wrought Into a pattern? Rather glass that's ...
Higher than the handsomest hotel The lucent comb shows up for miles, but see, All round it close-ribbed streets rise ...
That Whitsun, I was late getting away: Not till about One-twenty on the sunlit Saturday Did my three-quarters-empty train pull ...
Boanerges Blitzen, servant of the Queen, Is a dismal failure -- is a Might-have-been. In a luckless moment he discovered ...
you may not be willing to notice me i have an awkward sense of myself ...
To the Vestals Those priests which first the Vestal fire begun, Which might be borrow'd from no earthly flame, Devis'd ...
Pray why are you so bare, so bare, Oh, bough of the old oak-tree; And why, when I go through ...
Most explicit-- the sense of trap as a narrowing cone one's got stuck into and any movement forward simply wedges ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
Through waning afternoons we glide the watery peripheries of love. A silence, a quietude falls. Above us--the sagging pavilions of ...
So all day long the noise of battle roll'd Among the mountains by the winter sea; Until King Arthur's table, ...
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round, At Camelot, high above the ...
Calm was the day, and through the trembling air Sweet-breathing Zephyrus did softly play A gentle spirit, that lightly did ...
I I doubt if ten men in all Tilbury Town Had ever shaken hands with Captain Craig, Or called him ...
"Gawaine, Gawaine, what look ye for to see, So far beyond the faint edge of the world? D'ye look to ...
I Partly to think, more to be left alone, George Annandale said something to his friends- A word or two, ...
1 O! Solitude, my sweetest choice Places devoted to the night, Remote from tumult, and from noise, How you my ...
They hurried here, as soon as you had died, Their faces damp with haste and sympathy, And pressed my hand ...
Head to limp head, the sunk-eyed wounded scanned Yesterday's Mail; the casualties (typed small) And (large) Vast Booty from our ...
I will give you all my keys, You shall be my ch?telaine, You shall enter as you please, As you ...
A chant to which it is intended a group of children shall dance and improvise pantomime led by their dancing-teacher. ...
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