The Hammers (Amy Lowell Poem)
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
Foundered March 24. 1878 1 The Eurydice-it concerned thee, O Lord: Three hundred souls, O alas! on board, Some asleep ...
felled 1879 My aspens dear, whose airy cages quelled, Quelled or quenched in leaves the leaping sun, All felled, felled, ...
All winter your brute shoulders strained against collars, padding and steerhide over the ash hames, to haul sledges of cordwood ...
I The thick lids of Night closed upon me Alone at the Bill Of the Isle by the Race {1} ...
I LONGED to love a full-boughed beech And be as high as he: I stretched an arm within his reach, ...
Off the road, into the woods a makeshift lean-to fallen, dry, peeling bark a phalanx of dead pine saplings leaning ...
Driving in the fall 'morn, light filtering into the clearing wood; I spied a wall awakening from its slumber, no ...
In front of the temple of Chu-ko Liang there is an old cypress. Its branches are like green bronze; its ...
I. LONELINESS Her Word One ought not to have to care So much as you and I Care when the ...
To break so vast a Heart Required a Blow as vast -- No Zephyr felled this Cedar straight -- 'Twas ...
Fate slew Him, but He did not drop -- She felled -- He did not fall -- Impaled Him on ...
Could Hope inspect her Basis Her Craft were done -- Has a fictitious Charter Or it has none -- Balked ...
The poplars are felled, farewell to the shade And the whispering sound of the cool colonnade: The winds play no ...
Old Elm that murmured in our chimney top The sweetest anthem autumn ever made And into mellow whispering calms would ...
Bhaskar Roy Barman The moment I close my eyes in meditation on the unfathomable I visualize golden fleeces of cloud ...
Earth no longer hymns the Creator, the seven days of wonder, the Garden is over - all the stories are ...
Where is the seed Of the tree felled, Of the forest burned, Or living root Under ash and cinders? From ...
Oh! the dew-wet grass of the meadow in North Carolina Through which Rebecca followed me wailing, wailing, One child in ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
(Being a Chant of the American Soap-Box and the Russian Revolution.) O market square, O slattern place, Is glory in ...
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