The Last Quarter of the Moon (Amy Lowell Poem)
How long shall I tarnish the mirror of life, A spatter of rust on its polished steel! The seasons reel ...
How long shall I tarnish the mirror of life, A spatter of rust on its polished steel! The seasons reel ...
A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since brought In some fast clipper-ship from China, quaintly wrought With bossed and carven ...
Forth upon the Gitche Gumee, On the shining Big-Sea-Water, With his fishing-line of cedar, Of the twisted bark of cedar, ...
"As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman; Though she bends him, she obeys him, ...
"Honor be to Mudjekeewis!" Cried the warriors, cried the old men, When he came in triumph homeward With the sacred ...
X. Hiawatha's Wooing "As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman, Though she bends him, ...
He climbed to the top of one of those million white pines set out across the emptying pastures of the ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some ...
Mount Kearsarge shines with ice; from hemlock branches snow slides onto snow; no stream, creek, or river budges but remains ...
THERE were two youths of equal age, Wit, station, strength, and parentage; They studied at the self-same schools, And shaped ...
Like Socrates and the hemlock Christ in the garden the cup of poison, death waiting for his lips Praying, in ...
Destruction of the wind storm, strewn over his driveway, his yard, into the neighbor's yard too but oh so beautiful ...
The winter afternoon bright and sunny the green against the gray the eastern hemlock luminous on the asphalt shining drawing ...
The bitter cup, more bitter than hemlock, the cup of sacrifice lifted to his lips, an act of obedience of ...
Never in all the world has anyone lifted such as cup as this put it to his lips drunk the ...
Take this cup from my mouth step back from the journey, the road the revelation of his fate Like Socrates ...
The way a crow Shook down on me The dust of snow From a hemlock tree Has given my heart ...
I cannot spare water or wine, Tobacco-leaf, or poppy, or rose; From the earth-poles to the Line, All between that ...
I LEGEND Long ago Apollo called to Aristæus, youngest of the shepherds, Saying, "I will make you keeper of my ...
I think the Hemlock likes to stand Upon a Marge of Snow -- It suits his own Austerity -- And ...
I robbed the Woods -- The trusting Woods. The unsuspecting Trees Brought out their Burs and mosses My fantasy to ...
The Maple with its tassell flowers of green That turns to red, a stag horn shapèd seed Just spreading out ...
there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given ...
When ocean-clouds over inland hills Sweep storming in late autumn brown, And horror the sodden valley fills, And the spire ...
I The air is silent save where stirs A bugling breeze among the firs; The virgin world in white array ...
There's a gypsy wind across the harvest land, Let us fare forth with it lightly hand in hand; Where cloud ...
Come, let us to the sunways of the west, Hasten, while crystal dews the rose-cups fill, Let us dream dreams ...
For Lucy, who called them "ghost houses." Someone was always leaving and never coming back. The wooden houses wait like ...
Hot August noon: already on that day Since sunrise through the Wiltshire downs, most sad Of mouth and eye, he ...
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