The Shadow (Amy Lowell Poem)
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
I go to concert, party, ball -- What profit is in these? I sit alone against the wall And strive ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
Your soul was lifted by the wings today Hearing the master of the violin: You praised him, praised the great ...
I. Oh, what a dawn of day! How the March sun feels like May! All is blue again After last ...
I am in need of music that would flow Over my fretful, feeling finger-tips, Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips, With ...
What shall we talk of? Li Po? Hokusai? You narrow your long dark eyes to fascinate me; You smile a ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
To Dawson Town came Percy Brown from London on the Thames. A pane of glass was in his eye, and ...
'Twas in the bleary middle of the hard-boiled Arctic night, I was lonesome as a loon, so if you can, ...
Grand-daughter of the Painted Nails, As if they had been dipped in gore, I'd like to set you lugging pails ...
My head knocks against the stars. My feet are on the hilltops. My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
Oh, I can smile for you, and tilt my head, And drink your rushing words with eager lips, And paint ...
Lady, if you'd slumber sound, Keep your eyes upon the ground. If you'd toss and turn at night, Slip your ...
Oh, I should like to ride the seas, A roaring buccaneer; A cutlass banging at my knees, A dirk behind ...
And now I have another lad! No longer need you tell How all my nights are slow and sad For ...
Here I lean over you, small son, sleeping Warm in my arms, And I con to my heart all your ...
All I could see from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood; I turned and looked another ...
"So pulse, and pulse, thou rhythmic-hearted Noon That liest, large-limbed, curved along the hills, In languid palpitation, half a-swoon With ...
Fine-tissued as her finger-tips, and white As all her thoughts; in shape like shields of prize, As if before young ...
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