The Great Adventure of Max Breuck (Amy Lowell Poem)
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
Christ has been done to death in the cold reaches of northern Europe a thousand thousand times. Suddenly bread and ...
To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name Am I thus ample to thy book and fame; While I confess ...
I joy, dear mother, when I view Thy perfect lineaments, and hue Both sweet and bright. Beauty in thee takes ...
Each item, each ornament, each bauble, bangle, a memory a special moment in our lives remembered each year in the ...
A hurried up party in our bed this morning, on top of the comforter, the blanket toy tea set and ...
With an old newspaper for a plate and water from the hose for dressing Four junior chefs, three to ten, ...
IN life oft ills from self-imprudence spring; As proof, Candaules' story we will bring; In folly's scenes the king was ...
NO master sage, nor orator I know, Who can success, like gentle Cupid show; His ways and arguments are pleasing ...
A pianist dreams that he's hired by a wrecking company to ruin a piano with his fingers . . . ...
Relax. This won't last long. Or if it does, or if the lines make you sleepy or bored, give in ...
It's all a farce,-these tales they tell About the breezes sighing, And moans astir o'er field and dell, Because the ...
The Birds begun at Four o'clock -- Their period for Dawn -- A Music numerous as space -- But neighboring ...
There were some worthy places where we could escape, avoid the heavy weight of living in a densely peopled space; ...
"OH, when I was a little Ghost, A merry time had we! Each seated on his favourite post, We chumped ...
Botticelli grinned with egg tempera congealed at the hinge of his lips Velasquez licked shine from an aubergine blackened in ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
God has pity on kindergarten children, He pities school children -- less. But adults he pities not at all. He ...
1. The dark socket of the year the pit, the cave where the sun lies down and threatens never to ...
From the metal poppy this good blast of trance arriving as shock, private cloudburst blazing down, worst in a boarding-house ...
'Twas on a Monday morning, and in the year of 1884, That a fire broke out in Bailie Bradford's store, ...
Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward, Couched with her arms behind her golden head, Knees and tresses folded to ...
Now the bright morning Star, Dayes harbinger, Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her The Flowry May, who ...
We stripped in the first warm spring night and ran down into the Detroit River to baptize ourselves in the ...
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