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 ...
I know a country laced with roads, They join the hills and they span the brooks, They weave like a ...
Tamed by Miltown, we lie on Mother's bed; the rising sun in war paint dyes us red; in broad daylight ...
(For Alden March) With drooping sail and pennant That never a wind may reach, They float in sunless waters Beside ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
The saris go by me from the embassies. Cloth from the moon. Cloth from another planet. They look back at ...
Reader! what soul that laoves a verse can see The spring return, nor glow like you and me? Hear the ...
One without looks in tonight Through the curtain-chink From the sheet of glistening white; One without looks in tonight As ...
DAN CUPID, though the god of soft amour, In ev'ry age works miracles a store; Can Catos change to male ...
Even the bravest that are slain Shall not dissemble their surprise On waking to find valor reign, Even as on ...
Glassmakers, at century's end, compounded metallic lusters in reference to natural sheens (dragonfly and beetle wings, marbled light on kerosene) ...
Oh my black soul! now art thou summoned By sickness, death's herald, and champion; Thou art like a pilgrim, which ...
Nature can do no more She has fulfilled her Dyes Whatever Flower fail to come Of other Summer days Her ...
Autumn -- overlooked my Knitting -- Dyes -- said He -- have I -- Could disparage a Flamingo -- Show ...
To the River Otter Dear native Brook! wild Streamlet of the West! How many various-fated years have past, What happy ...
Dear native brook! wild streamlet of the West! How many various-fated years have passed, What happy and what mournful hours, ...
As I was carving images from clouds, And tinting them with soft ethereal dyes Pressed from the pulp of dreams, ...
Next, then, the peacock, gilt With all its feathers. Look, what gorgeous dyes Flow in the eyes! And how deep, ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
I. Stand still, true poet that you are! I know you; let me try and draw you. Some night you'll ...
NO more, ye warblers of the wood! no more; Nor pour your descant grating on my soul; Thou young-eyed Spring! ...
Not with more glories, in th' etherial plain, The sun first rises o'er the purpled main, Than, issuing forth, the ...
My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a water'd shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree ...
So sweet the hour, so calm the time, I feel it more than half a crime, When Nature sleeps and ...
Between the rice swamps and the fields of tea I met a sacred elephant, snow-white. Upon his back a huge ...
But, learning now that they would have her speak, She threw her wet hair backward from her brow, Her hand ...
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