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 ...
Lead us, Evolution, lead us Up the future's endless stair; Chop us, change us, prod us, weed us. For stagnation ...
Higher than the handsomest hotel The lucent comb shows up for miles, but see, All round it close-ribbed streets rise ...
(roundel: variation of the rondeau consisting of three stanzas of three lines each, linked together with but two rhymes and ...
If only we would just run forward, mile on mile, not look backward, behind us, second guessing, looking for the ...
You see I cannot see -- your lifetime -- I must guess -- How many times it ache for me ...
Not seeing, still we know -- Not knowing, guess -- Not guessing, smile and hide And half caress -- And ...
Why do you rush through the fields in trains, Guessing so much and so much. Why do you flash through ...
"There is no God," the wicked saith, "And truly it's a blessing, For what He might have done with us ...
Ferdinand was systematic when he drove his daughter mad. With a Casanova's careful art, he moved slowly, stole only one ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
Of all the streets that blur in to the sunset, There must be one (which, I am not sure) That ...
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
Cruising these residential Sunday streets in dry August sunlight: what offends us is the sanities: the houses in pedantic rows, ...
There's a drip of honeysuckle in the deep green lane; There's old Martin jogging homeward on his worn old wain; ...
A sea-gull with a broken wing, I found upon the kelp-strewn shore. It sprawled and gasped; I sighed: "Poor thing! ...
I know you are reading this poem late, before leaving your office of the one intense yellow lamp-spot and the ...
You are a friend then, as I make it out, Of our man Shakespeare, who alone of us Will put ...
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
ALL day they loitered by the resting ships, Telling their beauties over, taking stock; At night the verdict left my ...
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