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 ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
In the valley of the Pegnitz, where across broad meadow-lands Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands. Quaint ...
Just past dawn, the sun stands with its heavy red head in a black stanchion of trees, waiting for someone ...
A foamy cure for a garden crisis a rose bush, individual buds encased in a moving mass a living second ...
The girt woak tree that's in the dell ! There's noo tree I do love so well; Vor times an' ...
The girt woak tree that's in the dell ! There's noo tree I do love so well; Vor times an' ...
MY lord, I know your noble ear Woe ne'er assails in vain; Embolden'd thus, I beg you'll hear Your humble ...
I drink my fill of foamy ale I sing a song, I tell a tale, I play the fiddle; My ...
Do you recall that happy bike With bundles on our backs? How near to heaven it was like To blissfully ...
High, on the Solitude of Alpine Hills, O'er-topping the grand imag'ry of Nature, Where one eternal winter seem'd to reign; ...
A farmer's wife, both young and gay, And fresh as op'ning buds of May; Had taken to herself, a Spouse, ...
O TIME, forgive the mournful song That on thy pinions stole along, When the rude hand of pain severe Chas'd ...
EXULT MY MUSE! exult to see Each envious, waspish, jealous thing, Around its harmless venom fling, And dart its powerless ...
THIS is the hero-heart of the enchanted isle, Whom now the twilight children tenderly enfold, Pat with their pearly palms ...
WHEN from the craggy mountain's pathless steep, Whose flinty brow hangs o'er the raging sea, My wand'ring eye beholds the ...
WHERE on the bosom of the foamy RHINE, In curling waves the rapid waters shine; Where tow'ring cliffs in awful ...
Oh! can'st thou bear to see this faded frame, Deform'd and mangled by the rocky deep? Wilt thou remember, and ...
O'er the tall cliff that bounds the billowy main Shad'wing the surge that sweeps the lonely strand, While the thin ...
As slow our ship her foamy track Against the wind was cleaving, Her trembling pennant still look'd back To that ...
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