Pickthorn Manor (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
Cities and Thrones and Powers, Stand in Time's eye, Almost as long as flowers, Which daily die: But, as new ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
'Tis spring; come out to ramble The hilly brakes around, For under thorn and bramble About the hollow ground The ...
When a daffodil I see, Hanging down his head towards me, Guess I may what I must be: First, I ...
The perennials rising so quickly wondering how they grow so fast The image of a tulip, of a crocus, a ...
WEBSTER was much possessed by death And saw the skull beneath the skin; And breastless creatures under ground Leaned backward ...
FEBRUARY, 1917 I never thought again to hear The Oxford thrushes singing clear, Amid the February rain, Their sweet, indomitable ...
Whose are the little beds, I asked Which in the valleys lie? Some shook their heads, and others smiled -- ...
What would I give to see his face? I'd give -- I'd give my life -- of course -- But ...
What I can do -- I will -- Though it be little as a Daffodil -- That I cannot -- ...
Absent Place -- an April Day -- Daffodils a-blow Homesick curiosity To the Souls that snow -- Drift may block ...
Perhaps you'd like to buy a flower, But I could never sell -- If you would like to borrow, Until ...
Alter! When the Hills do -- Falter! When the Sun Question if His Glory Be the Perfect One -- Surfeit! ...
Where Ships of Purple -- gently toss -- On Seas of Daffodil -- Fantastic Sailors -- mingle -- And then ...
Like her the Saints retire, In their Chapeaux of fire, Martial as she! Like her the Evenings steal Purple and ...
Here rests beneath this hospitable spot A youth to flats and flatties not unknown. The Plymouth Brethren gave it to ...
Here rests beneath this hospitable spot A youth to flats and flatties not unknown. The Plymouth Brethren gave it to ...
Of the old house, only a few, crumbled Courses of brick, smothered in nettle and dock, Or a shaped stone ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
We were out on the hills that night To watch our sheep; Drowsily by the fire we lay Where the ...
Out of the earth to rest or range Perpetual in perpetual change, The unknown passing through the strange. Water and ...
On Bellosguardo, when the year was young, We wandered, seeking for the daffodil And dark anemone, whose purples fill The ...
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