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 ...
I The inkstand is full of ink, and the paper lies white and unspotted, in the round of light thrown ...
They have watered the street, It shines in the glare of lamps, Cold, white lamps, And lies Like a slow-moving ...
I The Trumpet-Vine Arbour The throats of the little red trumpet-flowers are wide open, And the clangour of brass beats ...
-- for Jane kenyon It is a day after many days of storms. Having been washed and washed, the air ...
1919 As I pass through my incarnations in every age and race, Make my proper prostrations to the Gods of ...
The radiance of the star that leans on me Was shining years ago. The light that now Glitters up there ...
WHAT pulls at my heart so? What tells me to roam? What drags me and lures me From chamber and ...
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
I LEGEND Long ago Apollo called to Aristæus, youngest of the shepherds, Saying, "I will make you keeper of my ...
...Preamble A rough draft for an ars poetica . . . . . . . Let's get our dreams unstuck ...
A vision of flushed faces, shining limbs, The madness of the music that entrances All life ...
A vision of flushed faces, shining limbs, The madness of the music that entrances All life ...
High dormers are rising So sharp and surprising, And ponticum edges The driveways of gravel; Stone houses from ledges Look ...
The clock is frozen in the tower, The thickening fog with sooty smell Has blanketed the motor power Which turns ...
Kind o'er the kinderbank leans my Myfanwy, White o'er the playpen the sheen of her dress, Fresh from the bathroom ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
THEL'S MOTTO 1 Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? 2 Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? ...
This is the easy time, there is nothing doing. I have whirled the midwife's extractor, I have my honey, Six ...
In fourteen hundred and ninety-two, Someone sailed the ocean blue. Somebody borrowed the fare in Spain For a business trip ...
Only a long, low-lying lane That follows to the misty sea, Across a bare and russet plain Where wild winds ...
My Claudia, it is long since we have met, So kissed, so held each other heart to heart! I thought ...
Oh, where's the slave so lowly, Condemn'd to chains unholy, Who, could he burst His bonds at first, Would pine ...
As one put drunk into the Packet-boat, Tom May was hurry'd hence and did not know't. But was amaz'd on ...
Heark how the Mower Damon Sung, With love of Juliana stung! While ev'ry thing did seem to paint The Scene ...
It does not know it glitters It does not know it flies It does not know it is this not ...
My soul is like the oar that momently Dies in a desperate stress beneath the wave, Then glitters out again ...
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