Twenty-Four Hokku On A Modern Theme (Amy Lowell Poems)
I Again the larkspur, Heavenly blue in my garden. They, at least, unchanged. II How have I ...
I Again the larkspur, Heavenly blue in my garden. They, at least, unchanged. II How have I ...
There sinks the sun; like cavalier of old, Servant of crafty Spain, He flaunts his banner, barred ...
Left for dead? I — Charlie Coleman,On the field we won — and lost,Like a dog; the ditch my death-bedMy ...
Today I saw the shop-girl goDown gay Broadway to meet her beau.Conspicuous, splendid, conscious, sweet,She spread abroad and took the ...
August 4: 1265Earl Simon on the Abbey towerIn summer sunshine stood,While helm and lance o'er Greenhill heightsCome glinting through the ...
_ON THE EAST DEVON COAST_Lie still, old Dane, below thy heap! --A sturdy-back and sturdy-limb, Whoe'er he was, I warrant ...
Why, where erstwhile I sowed my choicest seeds,Come up but weeds?Why do large docksAppear where should be stocksAnd phlox?Why flaunts ...
Sometimes the strident reds and burning blues,The raw vermillions and magenta huesAre all too harsh.they persecute our eyes.So then, like ...
White, glittering sunlight fills the market square, Spotted and sprigged with shadows. Double rows Of bartering booths spread out their ...
BE the proud Thames of trade the busy mart!Arun! to thee will other praise belong;Dear to the lover's and the ...
THE butterfly loves the rose,He flutters around her bed,Till the soft curled leaves unclose,And she raises her darling head.He whispers ...
ALL the hills are dark, Sombre clouds afloat;Sunlight, not a spark, Birdsong, not a note; Only, through the blight, Facing ...
The nursery fire burns brightly, crackling in cheerful little explosions and trails of sparks up the back of the chimney. ...
The month of carnival of all the year, When Nature lets the wild earth go its way, And spend whole ...
In my childhood rumors ran Of a world beyond our door- Terrors to the life of man That the highroad ...
Of all the opry-houses then obtaining in the West The one which Milton Tootle owned was, by all odds, the ...
Sinuously winding through the room On smokey tongues of sweetened cigarettes, -- Plaintive yet proud the cello tones resume The ...
EVENING, as slow thy placid shades descend, Veiling with gentlest hush the landscape still, The lonely battlement, and farthest hill ...
when did mercy cease to be and where did it flee? beggars surround poverty flaunts (Sukasah Syahdan)
NOTHING so true as what you once let fall, "Most Women have no Characters at all." Matter too soft a ...
The quick sparks on the gorse bushes are leaping, Little jets of sunlight-texture imitating flame; Above them, exultant, the peewits ...
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