Miscast I (Amy Lowell Poem)
I have whetted my brain until it is like a Damascus blade, So keen that it nicks off the floating ...
I have whetted my brain until it is like a Damascus blade, So keen that it nicks off the floating ...
Pale, with the blue of high zeniths, shimmered over with silver, brocaded In smooth, running patterns, a soft stuff, with ...
Full of wrath was Hiawatha When he came into the village, Found the people in confusion, Heard of all the ...
1914-18 Farewell and adieu to you, Harwich Ladies, Farewell and adieu to you, ladies ashore! For we've received orders to ...
1 The golden-rod is yellow; 2 The corn is turning brown; 3 The trees in apple orchards 4 With fruit ...
Oh, very gloomy is the house of woe, Where tears are falling while the bell is knelling, With all the ...
Drunk, I kissed the moon where it stretched on the floor. I'd removed happiness from a green bottle, both sipped ...
Not the best dressed, not the leaders the people in wealth or power Christ came first to the outcasts the ...
Rising, up to the mountain touching the fringes of heaven Descending again to the reality of earth In the cloud, ...
The Gentian weaves her fringes -- The Maple's loom is red -- My departing blossoms Obviate parade. A brief, but ...
Distrustful of the Gentian -- And just to turn away, The fluttering of her fringes Child my perfidy -- Weary ...
The power of the Lake lingers still so many years beyond its fascination ending; it was there in the beginning, ...
THE PROLOGUE. This worthy limitour, this noble Frere, He made always a manner louring cheer* *countenance Upon the Sompnour; but ...
A green and silent spot, amid the hills, A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place No singing sky-lark ...
Thou blossom bright with autumn dew, And colored with the heaven's own blue, That openest when the quiet light Succeeds ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
While his wife earned the living, Rabbi Henry studied the Torah, writing commentaries more likely to be burnt than printed. ...
Walking is like imagination, a single step dissolves the circle into motion; the eye here and there rests on a ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
He Lift up the veils that darken the delicate moon of thy glory and grace, Withhold not, O love, from ...
I was about to be mugged by a man with a chain so angry he growled at the Lincoln Center ...
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