The Poet (Amy Lowell Poem)
What instinct forces man to journey on, Urged by a longing blind but dominant! Nothing he sees can hold him, ...
What instinct forces man to journey on, Urged by a longing blind but dominant! Nothing he sees can hold him, ...
On winter nights beside the nursery fire We read the fairy tale, while glowing coals Builded its pictures. There before ...
Often I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea; Often in thought go up and down ...
THESE are the most singular of all the Poems of Goethe, and to many will appear so wild and fantastic, ...
In the story of Patroclus no one survives, not even Achilles who was nearly a god. Patroclus resembled him; they ...
Driveby friendships in the inbetween times the gaps, spaces between classes, lunch, studying caught in line, in the hall, bookstore, ...
Driveby friendships in the inbetween times the gaps, spaces between classes, lunch, studying caught in line, in the hall, bookstore, ...
Speakin' of dorgs, my bench-legged fyce Hed most o' the virtues, an' nary a vice. Some folks called him Sooner, ...
Though care and strife Elsewhere be rife, Upon my word I do not heed 'em; In bed I lie With ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
IF truth give pleasure, surely we should try; To found our tales on what we can rely; Th' experiment repeatedly ...
Farewell, lov'd Youth! since 'twas the Will of Heaven So soon to take, what had so late been giv'n; And ...
We knew their names or thought we did, we knew their faces from an album of places we'd played in ...
In the story of Patroclus no one survives, not even Achilles who was nearly a god. Patroclus resembled him; they ...
Though friendships differ endless in degree , The sorts , methinks, may be reduced to three. Ac quaintance many, and ...
Notus in fratres animi paterni. Hor. Carm. lib.II.2. A bless?d lot hath he, who having passed His youth and early ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
The room is quiet, thoughts alone People its mute tranquillity; The yoke put on, the long task done, I am, ...
Ye scenes of my childhood, whose lov'd recollection Embitters the present, compar'd with the past; Where science first dawn'd on ...
WHEN dear Clarinda, 1 matchless fair, First struck Sylvander's raptur'd view, He gaz'd, he listened to despair, Alas! 'twas all ...
FAREWELL, thou fair day, thou green earth, and ye skies, Now gay with the broad setting sun; Farewell, loves and ...
The friends I made have slipped and strayed, And who's the one that cares? A trifling lot and best forgot- ...
Avenging and bright fall the swift sword of Erin On him who the brave sons of Usna betray'd! -- For ...
Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone: No flower of ...
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