A Roxbury Garden (Amy Lowell Poem)
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes, Criss-cross shoes, Minna and Stella run out into the garden To play at hoop. ...
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes, Criss-cross shoes, Minna and Stella run out into the garden To play at hoop. ...
By the shore of Gitche Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, At the doorway of his wigwam, In the pleasant Summer ...
Sing, O Song of Hiawatha, Of the happy days that followed, In the land of the Ojibways, In the pleasant ...
The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in ...
Wise men in their bad hours have envied The little people making merry like grasshoppers In spots of sunlight, hardly ...
Hapcot! To thee the Fairy State I with discretion, dedicate. Because thou prizest things that are Curious, and un-familiar. Take ...
Thou see'st me, Lucia, this year droop; Three zodiacs fill'd more, I shall stoop; Let crutches then provided be To ...
I Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to ...
The perilous yellow sun follows with its slant eyes masts of the shuddered grove steaming up to capsize in the ...
The day had been a day of wind and storm;-- The wind was laid, the storm was overpast,-- And stooping ...
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Little Cowboy, what have you heard, Up on the lonely rath's green mound? Only the plaintive yellow bird Sighing in ...
When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy And the dimpling stream runs laughing by, When the air ...
EVERY year Emily Dickinson sent one friend the first arbutus bud in her garden. In a last will and testament ...
The railway rattled and roared and swung With jolting and bumping trucks. The sun, like a billiard red ball, hung ...
We crossed to the other side, the burgee of the boat ceased flapping and lagged behind like a dead wing. ...
I. THE LION The Lion is a kingly beast. He likes a Hindu for a feast. And if no Hindu ...
I asked the old Negro, "What is that bird that sings so well?" He answered: "That is the Rachel-Jane." "Hasn't ...
Superb and sole, upon a plumed spray That o'er the general leafage boldly grew, He summ'd the woods in song; ...
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