A Roxbury Garden (Amy Lowell Poem)
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes, Criss-cross shoes, Minna and Stella run out into the garden To play at hoop. ...
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes, Criss-cross shoes, Minna and Stella run out into the garden To play at hoop. ...
"Farewell, Romance!" the Cave-men said; "With bone well carved he went away, Flint arms the ignoble arrowhead, And jasper tips ...
Here we broached the Christmas barrel, Pushed up the charred log-ends; Here we sang the Christmas carol, And called in ...
The requited anger the focus of our rage bin Laden gone, buried in the water in a watery grave A ...
How like Thomas unable to believe needing some tangible proof of God's love for him needing to touch his side ...
So sudden, so certain the heavy wet, back-tiring snow yesterday, today a torrent, melting heavily, quickly the March sun beating, ...
How do you capture living, changing color the shades of sunset, across the dome, the panorama, the full circle catching ...
For those who grab the spotlight sit in righteous judgment Casting the first stone against their fellow. A harsh mirror, ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
Under the parabola of a ball, a child turning into a man, I looked into the air too long. The ...
A Clock stopped -- Not the Mantel's -- Geneva's farthest skill Can't put the puppet bowing -- That just now ...
I often passed the village When going home from school -- And wondered what they did there -- And why ...
The sole true Something--This ! In Limbo Den It frightens Ghosts as Ghosts here frighten men-- For skimming in the ...
(published on BLINKING EYE, http://www.blinking-eye.co.uk/writer/padel2.html ) Then spoke the thunder, shattering the looming blackness of our national life. The rumble ...
Ne'er ask the hour -- what is it to us How Time deals out his treasures? The golden moments lent ...
How vainly men themselves amaze To win the Palm, the Oke, or Bayes; And their uncessant Labours see Crown'd from ...
HOW vainly men themselves amaze To win the palm, the oak, or bays, And their uncessant labours see Crown'd from ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
The buzzards wheel slowly In wide circles, in a sky Faintly hazed as from dust from the road. And a ...
My friends without shields walk on the target It is late the windows are breaking My friends without shoes leave ...
So gradual in those summers was the going of the age it seemed that the long days setting out when ...
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