Off the Turnpike (Amy Lowell Poem)
Good ev'nin', Mis' Priest. I jest stepped in to tell you Good-bye. Yes, it's all over. All my things is ...
Good ev'nin', Mis' Priest. I jest stepped in to tell you Good-bye. Yes, it's all over. All my things is ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
Listen my children and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in ...
The shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ...
Thy face is far from this our war, Our call and counter-cry, I shall not find Thee quick and kind, ...
So here's your Empire. No more wine, then? Good. We'll clear the Aides and khitmatgars away. (You'll know that fat ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
Life of my life, take not so soon thy flight, But stay the time till we have bade good-night. Thou ...
Blessings in abundance come To the bride and to her groom ; May the bed and this short night Know ...
Fair pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do ye fall so fast? Your date is not so past, But you ...
Only a little more I have to write: Then I'll give o'er, And bid the world good-night. 'Tis but a ...
I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-gray, And Winter's dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. ...
Lancaster bore him--such a little town, Such a great man. It doesn't see him often Of late years, though he ...
SHE stood against the kitchen sink, and looked Over the sink out through a dusty window At weeds the water ...
Out walking in the frozen swamp one gray day I paused and said, 'I will turn back from here. No, ...
We chanced in passing by that afternoon To catch it in a sort of special picture Among tar-banded ancient cherry ...
The three stood listening to a fresh access Of wind that caught against the house a moment, Gulped snow, and ...
Love and forgetting might have carried them A little further up the mountain side With night so near, but not ...
As one who strives a hill to climb, Who never climbed before: Who finds it, in a little time, Grow ...
"WHAT'S this?" I pondered. "Have I slept? Or can I have been drinking?" But soon a gentler feeling crept Upon ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
All's over, then: does truth sound bitter As one at first believes? Hark, 'tis the sparrows' good-night twitter About your ...
Well,-it was two days after my husband died- Two days! And the earth still raw above him. And I was ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
Swallow, swallow, neighbor swallow, Starting on your autumn flight, Pause a moment at my window, Twitter softly your good-night; For ...
'Twas Christmastide in Germany, And in the year of 1850, And in the city of Berlin, which is most beautiful ...
A pathetic tragedy I will relate, Concerning poor Fred. Marsden's fate, Who suffocated himself by the fumes of gas, On ...
Often Aner Clute at the gate Refused me the parting kiss, Saying we should be engaged before that; And just ...
Oh, once I walked a garden In dreams. 'Twas yellow grass. And many orange-trees grew there In sand as white ...
Last night at black midnight I woke with a cry, The windows were shaking, there was thunder on high, The ...
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