Francis II, King of Naples (Amy Lowell Poem)
Written after reading Trevelyan's "Garibaldi and the making of Italy" Poor foolish monarch, vacillating, vain, Decaying victim of a race ...
Written after reading Trevelyan's "Garibaldi and the making of Italy" Poor foolish monarch, vacillating, vain, Decaying victim of a race ...
In these days of peace and money, free to all the Commonweal, There are ancient dames in Buckland wearing wedding ...
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
Crossing the frontier they were stopped in time, Told, quite politely, they would have to wait: Passports in order, nothing ...
Maybe, in this modern age, the best way to think of the journey to the Christ child the season of ...
In the shop, a bit too pretty, pristine I caught a few subtle, furtive, slightly disdainful glances supposing, deciding we ...
What would be said, if we were to close; who would know, who would care? What is our niche, our ...
So many stories, many of pain on the faces, in the eyes, the furtive eyes, the postures, the countenance of ...
I saw a change, a difference; yes, there was still a hint of hesitance, that has been there for a ...
Bright, young faces sitting on the steps, in the chancel drinking in the words of the pastor hearing of the ...
People, random strangers Cool stores Hot blacktop Eyes turn Crackle with energy, anticipation Furtive glances to the horizon, Instinctively knowing ...
People, random strangers Crackle with energy, anticipation Furtive glances to the horizon, Instinctively knowing Darkening sky Deep grays Strong edges ...
Out on the mountain over the town, All night long, all night long, The trolls go up and the trolls ...
An altered look about the hills -- A Tyrian light the village fills -- A wider sunrise in the morn ...
The turquoise pool rose up to meet us, its slide a silver afterthought down which we plunged, screaming, into a ...
When I see you, who were so wise and cool, Gazing with silly sickness on that fool You've given your ...
Remote and ineffectual Don That dared attack my Chesterton, With that poor weapon, half-impelled, Unlearnt, unsteady, hardly held, Unworthy for ...
THE Moon more indolently dreams to-night Than a fair woman on her couch at rest, Caressing, with a hand distraught ...
Never the time and the place And the loved one all together! This path--how soft to pace! This May -- ...
The days will rally, wreathing Their crazy tarantelle; And you must go on breathing, But I'll be safe in hell. ...
When I am dead I would that ye make my bed On that low-lying, windy waste by the sea, Where ...
This, then, is she, My mother as she looked at seventeen, When she first met my father. Young incredibly, Younger ...
What did I think, a storm clutching a clarinet and boarding a downtown bus, headed for lessons? I had pieces ...
"What should such fellows as I do, Crawling between earth and heaven?" Here is the phial; here I turn the ...
Wheeling them in, the yard gate at half-mast with its ticking hinge, the tin bucket with a hairnet of webs, ...
Into the acres of the newborn state He poured his strength, ...
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