Lead Soldiers (Amy Lowell Poem)
The nursery fire burns brightly, crackling in cheerful little explosions and trails of sparks up the back of the chimney. ...
The nursery fire burns brightly, crackling in cheerful little explosions and trails of sparks up the back of the chimney. ...
Roll up, Eureka's heroes, on that grand Old Rush afar, For Lalor's gone to join you in the big camp ...
A cloud of dust on the long white road, And the teams go creeping on Inch by inch with the ...
"Build me straight, O worthy Master! Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster, And with ...
The Sons of Mary seldom bother, for they have inherited that good part; But the Sons of Martha favour their ...
1901 Not in the camp his victory lies Or triumph in the market-place, Who is his Nation's sacrifice To turn ...
Written for John Lockwood Kipling's They killed a Child to please the Gods In Earth's young penitence, And I have ...
The mountain held the town as in a shadow I saw so much before I slept there once: I noticed ...
Pray why are you so bare, so bare, Oh, bough of the old oak-tree; And why, when I go through ...
Art thou the thing I wanted? Begone -- my Tooth has grown -- Supply the minor Palate That has not ...
High stretched upon the swinging yard, I gather in the sheet; But it is hard And stiff, and one cries ...
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
Black trees against an orange sky, Trees that the wind shook terribly, Like a harsh spume along the road, Quavering ...
CARRYING bouquet, and handkerchief, and gloves, Proud of her height as when she lived, she moves With all the careless ...
Two blind men met. Said one: "This earth Has been a blackout from my birth. Through darkness I have groped ...
I do not swear because I am A sweet and sober guy; I cannot vent a single damn However hard ...
I. Dark was the dawn, and o'er the deep The boist'rous whirlwinds blew; The Sea-bird wheel'd its circling sweep, And ...
Could he have made Priscilla share The paradise that he had planned, Llewellyn would have loved his wife As well ...
Though you know it anyhow Listen to me, darling, now, Proving what I need not prove How I know I ...
Love is enough: ho ye who seek saving, Go no further; come hither; there have been who have found it, ...
The east wind blows in the street to-day; The sky is blue, yet the town looks grey. 'Tis the wind ...
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