Sword Blades and Poppy Seed (Amy Lowell Poem)
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
As a fond mother, when the day is o'er, Leads by the hand her little child to bed, Half willing, ...
Where the sober-colored cultivator smiles On his byles; Where the cholera, the cyclone, and the crow Come and go; Where ...
King Solomon drew merchantmen, Because of his desire For peacocks, apes, and ivory, From Tarshish unto Tyre, With cedars out ...
Our brows are bound with spindrift and the weed is on our knees; Our loins are battered 'neath us by ...
God with honour hang your head, Groom, and grace you, bride, your bed With lissome scions, sweet scions, Out of ...
As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame; As tumbled over rim in roundy wells Stones ring; like each tucked string ...
Today you walk down the street, And do just what you please; Making crooked deals in allies, As if no ...
He fumbles at your Soul As Players at the Keys Before they drop full Music on -- He stuns you ...
It sifts from Leaden Sieves -- It powders all the Wood. It fills with Alabaster Wool The Wrinkles of the ...
Sweet girl! though only once we met, That meeting I shall ne'er forget; And though we ne'er may meet again, ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
Hey, out there!â?"assistant professors, full, associates,â?"instructorsâ?"othersâ?"anyâ?" I have a sing to shay. We are assembled here in the capital city ...
1 Unfold! unfold! Take in His light, 2 Who makes thy cares more short than night. 3 The joys which ...
'There sinks the nebulous star we call the Sun, If that hypothesis of theirs be sound' Said Ida; 'let us ...
Morn in the wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and each by ...
MEN are Heaven's piers; they evermore Unwearying bear the skyey floor; Man's theatre they bear with ease, Unfrowning cariatides! I, ...
As I pondered very weary o'er a volume long and dreary -- For the plot was void of interest; 'twas ...
Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward, Couched with her arms behind her golden head, Knees and tresses folded to ...
Ne'er ask the hour -- what is it to us How Time deals out his treasures? The golden moments lent ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
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