Storm-Racked (Amy Lowell Poem)
How should I sing when buffeting salt waves And stung with bitter surges, in whose might I toss, a cockleshell? ...
How should I sing when buffeting salt waves And stung with bitter surges, in whose might I toss, a cockleshell? ...
Where run your colts at pasture? Where hide your mares to breed? 'Mid bergs about the Ice-cap Or wove Sargasso ...
No, no, go not to Lethe, neither twist Wolf's-bane, tight-rooted, for its poisonous wine; Nor suffer thy pale forehead to ...
'Tis true, dear Ben, thy just chastising hand Hath fix'd upon the sotted age a brand To their swoll'n pride ...
Have pity ! show no pity ! Those eyes that send such shivers Into my ...
Ware, nor of good nor ill, what aim hath act? Without its climax, death, what savour hath Life? an impeccable ...
Have pity ! show no pity ! Those eyes that send such shivers Into my ...
Ware, nor of good nor ill, what aim hath act? Without its climax, death, what savour hath Life? an impeccable ...
Old Elm that murmured in our chimney top The sweetest anthem autumn ever made And into mellow whispering calms would ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars Did wander ...
YOU are a sky of autumn, pale and rose; But all the sea of sadness in my blood Surges, and ...
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
WHAT needs this din about the town o' Lon'on, How this new play an' that new sang is comin? Why ...
Come, kings, and listen to my song: When Gwin, the son of Nore, Over the nations of the North His ...
Dans le fond des forêts votre image me suit. RACINE There is a panther stalks me down: One day I'll ...
Compelled by calamity's magnet They loiter and stare as if the house Burnt-out were theirs, or as if they thought ...
Fly envious Time, till thou run out thy race, Call on the lazy leaden-stepping hours, Whose speed is but the ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...
Hail, holy Light, offspring of Heaven firstborn, Or of the Eternal coeternal beam May I express thee unblam'd? since God ...
Aug. 10. 1653. Answer me when I call God of my righteousness; In straights and in distress Thou didst me ...
On the road to nowhere What wild oats did you sow When you left your father's house With your cheeks ...
I. O Age that half believ'st thou half believ'st, Half doubt'st the substance of thine own half doubt, And, half ...
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