The Hammers (Amy Lowell Poem)
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
I own a solace shut within my heart, A garden full of many a quaint delight And warm with drowsy, ...
Elves are no smaller than men, and walk as men do, in this world, but with more grace than most, ...
So you're writing for a paper? Well, it's nothing very new To be writing yards of drivel for a tidy ...
Each afternoon in Granada, each afternoon, a child dies. Each afternoon the water sits down and chats with its companions. ...
The wrecks dissolve above us; their dust drops down from afar -- Down to the dark, to the utter dark, ...
When the flush of a new-born sun fell first on Eden's green and gold, Our father Adam sat under the ...
Heh! Walk her round. Heave, ah heave her short again! Over, snatch her over, there, and hold her on the ...
At this height, Kansas is just a concept, a checkerboard design of wheat and corn no larger than the foldout ...
December 1899 I She sits in the tawny vapour That the Thames-side lanes have uprolled, Behind whose webby fold-on-fold Like ...
She's stopped in her southern tracks Brought haply to this hard knock When she shoots from the tall spruce And ...
The dark wings of night enfolded the city upon which Nature had spread a pure white garment of snow; and ...
The expanse of the cosmos the flicker of the flame of human life both are precious in your holy sight ...
A fateful call out of the blue of your passing without warning, no thought of chance a fleeting light we ...
An urgent call a race down the dark stairs a flicker of color as I ran outside an arc, His ...
A famous Greek, a playwright of the Gods a name from my scholastic memory, my past now on my computer ...
A radio show crackling in the car talking about specimen days days to remember, to treasure But they have it ...
When the evening darkens and the day cools and the stars flicker to light I sat on the blanket with ...
I Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. ...
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma ...
As I went down to Dymchurch Wall, I heard the South sing o'er the land I saw the yellow sunlight ...
It is an abhorrent thing, this incarceration of your vulnerability, profoundly cruel in the way you were beaten to your ...
Serene, almost angelic, the lights of the city attend upon lumbering behemoths shrilly screeching displeasure; they say that nothing is ...
Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went, Following the beasts upon a fresh spring day; But since his horn-tipped bow ...
At first you will know not what they mean, And you may never know, And we may never tell you: ...
The east wind blows in the street to-day; The sky is blue, yet the town looks grey. 'Tis the wind ...
Into the furnace let me go alone; Stay you without in terror of the heat. I will go naked in--for ...
It is conceit that kills us and makes us cowards instead of gods. Under the great Command: Know thy self, ...
When along the pavement, Palpitating flames of life, People flicker round me, I forget my bereavement, The gap in the ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
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