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 ...
Two good friends had Hiawatha, Singled out from all the others, Bound to him in closest union, And to whom ...
There's a brook on the side of Greylock that used to be full of trout, But there's nothing there now ...
He took us there, beside the Sea of Galilee walking by the shore, sitting and pondering life where Jesus had ...
I fish for words to say what I fish for, half-catch sometimes. I have caught little pan fish flashing sunlight ...
When three, he fished these lakes, Curled sleeping on a lip of rock, Crib blankets tucked from ants and fishbone ...
One day, little Albert Ramsbottom To see 'ow much money 'e'd got Stuck a knife in 'is money-box slot 'ole ...
In robes of Tyrian blue the King was drest, A jewelled collar shone upon his breast, A giant ruby glittered ...
To glibly say that Joe was sort of odd quite missed the point. Peculiar in many ways and kind of ...
On the Columbia River near Vantage, Washington, we fished for whitefish in the winter months; my dad, Swede- Mr. Lindgren-and ...
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook for Trout Fishing in America as if ...
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
WORSEWICK Worsewick Hot Springs was nothing fancy. Somebody put some boards across the creek. That was it. The boards dammed ...
I. THE FLOWER'S NAME Here's the garden she walked across, Arm in my arm, such a short while since: Hark, ...
I. Stand still, true poet that you are! I know you; let me try and draw you. Some night you'll ...
Christmas was in the air and all was well With him, but for a few confusing flaws In divers of ...
Children running into izba, Calling father, dripping sweat: "Daddy, daddy! come -- there is a Deadman caught inside our net." ...
Your mind and you are our Sargasso Sea, London has swept about you this score years And bright ships left ...
For three years, out of key with his time, He strove to resuscitate the dead art Of poetry; to maintain ...
"Vocat aestus in umbram" Nemesianus Es. IV. E. P. Ode pour l'élection de son sépulchre For three years, out of ...
For three years, out of key with his time, He strove to resuscitate the dead art Of poetry; to maintain ...
When Ironbark the turtle came to Anthony's lagoon The hills were hid behind a mist of equinoctal rain, The ripple ...
When the moon was full they came to the water. some with pitchforks, some with rakes, some with sieves and ...
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