Malmaison (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
I Over the yawning chimney hangs the fog. Drip -- hiss -- drip -- hiss -- fall the raindrops on ...
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis, How the handsome Yenadizze Danced at Hiawatha's wedding; How the gentle Chibiabos, He the sweetest ...
Not with an outcry to Allah nor any complaining He answered his name at the muster and stood to the ...
Oh, very gloomy is the house of woe, Where tears are falling while the bell is knelling, With all the ...
to the memory of my friend SI-YA-U, whose head was cut off in Shanghai A CLAIM Renowned Leonardo's world-famous "La ...
it's 1962 March 28th I'm sitting by the window on the Prague-Berlin train night is falling I never knew I ...
Like a holy garment as in the instructions the clothing described by the creator for Aaron and his sons Making ...
The sorrow of riverside blossoms inexplicable, And nowhere to complain -- I've gone half crazy. I look up our southern ...
I tried cooking in my new Quicksilver jacket, just an affectation I assure you - no, not the coat or ...
The Alexandrians were gathered to see Cleopatra's children, Caesarion, and his little brothers, Alexander and Ptolemy, whom for the first ...
What are we waiting for, assembled in the forum? The barbarians are due here today. Why isn't anything happening in ...
In memory of Father Flye, 1884-1985 The strange and wonderful are too much with us. The protea of the antipodes-a ...
Oh, but it is dirty! --this little filling station, oil-soaked, oil-permeated to a disturbing, over-all black translucency. Be careful with ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
The first rain reminds me Of the rising summer dust. The rain doesn't remember the rain of yesteryear. A year ...
Something spreading underground won't speak to us under skin won't declare itself not all life-forms want dialogue with the machine-gods ...
There was wine in a cup of gold and a girl of fifteen from Wu, her eyebrows painted dark and ...
Alas! noble Prince Leopold, he is dead! Who often has his lustre shed: Especially by singing for the benefit of ...
Come live with me, and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That hills and valleys, dales ...
Come live with me, and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That hills and valleys, dales ...
In the wide bed Under the freen embroidered quilt With flowers and leaves always in soft motion She is like ...
All was taken away from you: white dresses, wings, even existence. Yet I believe you, messengers. There, where the world ...
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