A London Thoroughfare. 2 A.M (Amy Lowell Poem)
They have watered the street, It shines in the glare of lamps, Cold, white lamps, And lies Like a slow-moving ...
They have watered the street, It shines in the glare of lamps, Cold, white lamps, And lies Like a slow-moving ...
"Relinquunt Omnia Servare Rem Publicam." The old South Boston Aquarium stands in a Sahara of snow now. Its broken windows ...
Albert were what you'd call "thwarted". He had long had an ambition, which... Were to save up and go to ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
I lie stretched out upon the window-seat And doze, and read a page or two, and doze, And feel the ...
Flak. An eventful thought came to me, who squirm in my hole. How will the matter end? Who's king these ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
I My love, this is the bitterest, that thou Who art all truth and who dost love me now As ...
Happy the lab'rer in his Sunday clothes! In light-drab coat, smart waistcoat, well-darn'd hose, Andhat upon his head, to church ...
A prince I was, blue-eyed, and fair in face, Of temper amorous, as the first of May, With lengths of ...
I Let others sing of gold and gear, the joy of being rich; But oh, the days when I was ...
Because my overcoat's in pawn, I choose to take my glass Within a little bistro on The rue du Montparnasse; ...
Brave Thackeray has trolled of days when he was twenty-one, And bounded up five flights of stairs, a gallant garreteer; ...
Heigh ho! to sleep I vainly try; Since twelve I haven't closed an eye, And now it's three, and as ...
BOX cars run by a mile long. And I wonder what they say to each other When they stop a ...
This night slip, in his honor flipped inside out - of lace- edged netting - is the color of Shaka ...
Lady, your room is lousy with flowers. When you kick me out, that's what I'll remember, Me, sitting here bored ...
Out here there are no hearthstones, Hot grains, simply. It is dry, dry. And the air dangerous. Noonday acts queerly ...
Think not, not for a moment let your mind, Wearied with thinking, doze upon the thought That the work's done ...
Lately our poets loiter'd in green lanes, Content to catch the ballads of the plains; I fancied I had strength ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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