Pickthorn Manor (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
December twenty-first we gather at the white Church festooned red and green, the tree flashing green-red lights beside the altar. ...
Kneeling at the rail the altar festooned overflowing, the bright flowers of spring a stone, rock, to remember, the crown ...
Three days after her birthday Shanequa held two balloons each one decorated in bright colors festooned with "Happy Birthday" one ...
Laughter, bright holy laughter preceded the blur of blue, running down the church's hallway hands held high, blue past the ...
Like nothing other than gumdrops the rounded tops of the colorful maples adorned the side of the street on our ...
Encrusted with jewels, diamonds, pearls, clear rubies, bedazzled with sequins, pearls of ever size and shape anointed and adorned the ...
Sugar cookies, candy canes, Christmas trees, snow men, stars, ginger bread men, spirals, bells, all cartoon confections festooned my newest ...
A house of princesses greeted our three on the return from the church, the pageant practice a lost memory as ...
The red, red maple leaves festooned with pearls of ice tiny droplets frozen on the fallen the dying red leaves, ...
There is something rare something grand something right about the graves of New Orleans not hidden flat stones carved names ...
They called me rollman the herb and garlic sauce, just too good to leave on the plate that night in ...
A walk in the woods Down the path Away from the road, Bustle of the highway Cold of winter Catch ...
Down the path Away from the road, Bustle of the highway In the inner quiet Cold of winter Emptiness, sadness, ...
A grand presentation the three of us early one Sunday morning just before Easter A grand march with appropriate solemnity ...
Down the path Away from the road, Bustle of the highway In the inner quiet Cold of winter Emptiness, sadness, ...
A walk in the woods Down the path Away from the road, Bustle of the highway Cold of winter Catch ...
Though care and strife Elsewhere be rife, Upon my word I do not heed 'em; In bed I lie With ...
To exalt, enthrone, establish and defend, To welcome home mankind's mysterious friend Wine, true begetter of all arts that be; ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
I. Moonlight silvers the tops of trees, Moonlight whitens the lilac shadowed wall And through the evening fall, Clearly, as ...
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