Nightmare: A Tale for an Autumn Evening (Amy Lowell Poem)
After a Print by George Cruikshank It was a gusty night, With the wind booming, and swooping, Looping round corners, ...
After a Print by George Cruikshank It was a gusty night, With the wind booming, and swooping, Looping round corners, ...
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis, He, the handsome Yenadizze, Whom the people called the Storm-Fool, Vexed the village with disturbance; ...
"Honor be to Mudjekeewis!" Cried the warriors, cried the old men, When he came in triumph homeward With the sacred ...
Out of childhood into manhood Now had grown my Hiawatha, Skilled in all the craft of hunters, Learned in all ...
I -- A Pleasant Afternoon for Michael Brownstein and Dick Gallup One day 3 poets and 60 ears sat under ...
When Scotland's great Regent, our warrior most dear, The debt of his nature did pay, T' was Edward, the cruel, ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
The parrot, screeching, flew out into the darkness, Circled three times above the upturned faces With a great whir of ...
GIFT from the cold and silent Past! A relic to the present cast, Left on the ever-changing strand Of shifting ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
Set in this stormy Northern sea, Queen of these restless fields of tide, England! what shall men say of thee, ...
Up from the meadows rich with corn, Clear in the cool September morn, The clustered spires of Frederick stand Green-walled ...
No lyric line I ever penned The praise this parasitic bird; And what is more, I don't intend To write ...
Evening was in the wood, louring with storm. A time of drought had sucked the weedy pool And baked the ...
I Partly to think, more to be left alone, George Annandale said something to his friends- A word or two, ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
1. The dark socket of the year the pit, the cave where the sun lies down and threatens never to ...
Haunched like a faun, he hooed From grove of moon-glint and fen-frost Until all owls in the twigged forest Flapped ...
When Ironbark the turtle came to Anthony's lagoon The hills were hid behind a mist of equinoctal rain, The ripple ...
My love is of a birth as rare As 'tis for object strange and high: It was begotten by Despair ...
Last night at black midnight I woke with a cry, The windows were shaking, there was thunder on high, The ...
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