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 ...
See you the ferny ride that steals Into the oak-woods far? O that was whence they hewed the keels That ...
All winter the fire devoured everything -- tear-stained elegies, old letters, diaries, dead flowers. When April finally arrived, I opened ...
Our sardine fishermen work at night in the dark of the moon; daylight or moonlight They could not tell where ...
My father cinched the rope, a noose around my waist, and lowered me into the darkness. I could taste my ...
Fishermen at Ballyshannon Netted an infant last night Along with the salmon. An illegitimate spawning, A small one thrown back ...
The field, positioned, placed granite hay bales, as if harvested grown from the soil, the crop of the farmer bundled ...
Driving in the fall 'morn, light filtering into the clearing wood; I spied a wall awakening from its slumber, no ...
Would you hear a Wild tale of adventure Of a hero who tackled the sea, A super-man swimming the ocean, ...
Memory: I can take my head and strike it on a wall on Cumberland Island Where the night tide came ...
So much of Heaven has gone from Earth That there must be a Heaven If only to enclose the Saints ...
You came to me as rain breaks on the desert when every flower springs to life at once, but joy ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Perhaps it's no more than the fire's reflection on some piece of gleaming furniture that the child remembers so much ...
A heap of wheat, says the Song of Songs but I've never seen wheat in a pile. Apples, potatoes, cabbages, ...
In the rectory garden on his evening walk Paced brisk Father Shawn. A cold day, a sodden one it was ...
Dans le fond des forêts votre image me suit. RACINE There is a panther stalks me down: One day I'll ...
Down along the Snakebite River, where the overlanders camp, Where the serpents are in millions, all of the most deadly ...
When I got to his marker, I sat on it, like sitting on the edge of someone's bed and I ...
'Twas about the beginning of the past century Billy Bowls was pressed into the British Navy, And conveyed on board ...
Ye landsmen, all pray list to me, While I relate a terrible tale of the sea, Concerning the screw steamer ...
We were supposed to do a job in Italy and, full of our feeling for ourselves (our sense of being ...
'Twas about the beginning of the present century, Bill Bowls was pressed, and sent to sea; And conveyed on board ...
'Twas in the year of 1898, ond on the 21st of June, The launching of the Battleship Albion caused a ...
It was just like everything else in life: Something outside myself drew me down, My own strength never failed me. ...
A good man is seized by the police and spirited away. Months later someone brags that he shot him once ...
I was drivin' my two-mule waggin, With a lot o' truck for sale, Towards Macon, to git some baggin' (Which ...
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