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 ...
Not the moon. A flower on the other side of the water. The water sweeps past in flood, dragging a ...
Above the ashes straight and tall, Through ferns with moisture dripping, I climb beneath the sandstone wall, My feet on ...
In his lodge beside a river, Close beside a frozen river, Sat an old man, sad and lonely. White his ...
"As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman; Though she bends him, she obeys him, ...
X. Hiawatha's Wooing "As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman, Though she bends him, ...
In this evil year, autumn comes early... I walk by night in the field, alone, the rain clatters, The wind ...
"Willis, I didn't want you here to-day: The lawyer's coming for the company. I'm going to sell my soul, or, ...
Says Tom to Jack, 'tis very odd, These representatives of God, In color, way of life and evil, Should be ...
While you walk the water's edge, turning over concepts I can't envision, the honking buoy serves notice that at any ...
The Landing "Just the place for a Snark!" the Bellman cried, As he landed his crew with care; Supporting each ...
I There was an ancient City, stricken down With a strange frenzy, and for many a day They paced from ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
Oh! a bare, brown rock Stood up in the sea, The waves at its feet Dancing merrily. A little bubble ...
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
Ten years ago it seemed impossible That she should ever grow so calm as this, With self-remembrance in her warmest ...
You know the old story Ann Landers tells About the houseife in her basement doing the wash? She's wearing her ...
Even as we speak, there's a smoker's cough from behind the whitethorn hedge: we stop dead in our tracks; a ...
"Here we dwell, in holiest bowers, Where angels of light o'er our orisans bend; Where sighs of devotion and breathings ...
Now I am a plant, a weed, Bending and swinging On a rocky ledge; And now I am a long ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
I. A NEGRO SERMON:-SIMON LEGREE (To be read in your own variety of negro dialect.) Legree's big house was white ...
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