Off the Turnpike (Amy Lowell Poem)
Good ev'nin', Mis' Priest. I jest stepped in to tell you Good-bye. Yes, it's all over. All my things is ...
Good ev'nin', Mis' Priest. I jest stepped in to tell you Good-bye. Yes, it's all over. All my things is ...
The lawyer, are you? Well! I ain't got nothin' to say. Nothin'! I told the perlice I hadn't nothin'. They ...
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes, Criss-cross shoes, Minna and Stella run out into the garden To play at hoop. ...
April had covered the hills With flickering yellows and reds, The sparkle and coolness of snow Was blown from the ...
"Adam, where are you?" God's hands palpate darkness, the void that is Adam's inattention, his confused attention to everything, impassioned ...
"A Priest in Spite of Himself" "How far is St. Helena from a little child at play!" What makes you ...
And an orator said, "Speak to us of Freedom." And he answered: At the city gate and by your fireside ...
I didn't make you know how glad I was To have you come and camp here on our land. I ...
That you are fair or wise is vain, Or strong, or rich, or generous; You must have also the untaught ...
Tell all the Truth but tell it slant -- Success in Circuit lies Too bright for our infirm Delight The ...
What are we waiting for, assembled in the forum? The barbarians are due here today. Why isn't anything happening in ...
While the sun stops, or seems to, to define a term for the indeterminable, the human aspect, here in the ...
The mighty sound of forests murmuring In answer to the dread command; The stars that shudder when their king extends ...
The mighty sound of forests murmuring In answer to the dread command; The stars that shudder when their king extends ...
Thy cheek is pale with thought, but not from woe, And yet so lovely, that if Mirth could flush Its ...
I 'Tis done -- but yesterday a King! And arm'd with Kings to strive -- And now thou art a ...
When, by decree of the supreme power, The Poet appears in this annoyed world, His mother, blasphemous out of horror ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
THERE'S a youth in this city, it were a great pity That he from our lassies should wander awa'; For ...
YON wild mossy mountains sae lofty and wide, That nurse in their bosom the youth o' the Clyde, Where the ...
UPON that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans 2 dance, Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, On sprightly ...
Out of the darkness, fretted sometimes in its sleeping, Jets of sparks in fountains of blue come leaping To sight, ...
A faint, sickening scent of irises Persists all morning. Here in a jar on the table A fine proud spike ...
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