Roads (Amy Lowell Poem)
I know a country laced with roads, They join the hills and they span the brooks, They weave like a ...
I know a country laced with roads, They join the hills and they span the brooks, They weave like a ...
We who beg for bread as we daily tread Country lane and city street, Let us kneel and pray on ...
Wake: the silver dusk returning Up the beach of darkness brims, And the ship of sunrise burning Strands upon the ...
Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, ...
[The following explanation is necessary, in order to make this ode in any way intelligible. The Poet is supposed to ...
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
Smooth plastic fields like Scandinavian furniture smooth, fields of snow coatings of ice, even surfaces unbroken glass along the highways ...
under a rock a cityscape hidden from view roads, side streets, and big highways between the entrances to their homes ...
Instant monuments makeshift memorials of senseless tragedies all across America flowers, stuffed animals, candles, messages of instant grief sudden shock ...
Broken lines, walls in need of mending What would Frost say, or his good neighbor, behind mended walls? New England ...
Democratic medians between the black gray Ribbons of Republican highways Ike got it done but She made it work Bright ...
I didn't make you know how glad I was To have you come and camp here on our land. I ...
'O WHICH is the last rose?' A blossom of no name. At midnight the snow came; At daybreak a vast ...
"ROWSES, Rowses! Penny a bunch!" they tell you-- Slattern girls in Trafalgar, eager to sell you. Roses, roses, red in ...
A rhinestone skein, a jeweled brocade of light,- the city is a garment stretched so thin her festive colors bleed ...
The Muse is stern unto her favoured sons, Giving to some the keys of all the joy Of the green ...
"Take the world!" Zeus exclaimed from his throne in the skies To the children of man--"take the world I now ...
Out of the night a crash, A roar, a rampart of light; A flame that leaped like a lash, Searing ...
WHEN loud by landside streamlets gush, And clear in the greenwood quires the thrush, With sun on the meadows And ...
I We thrill too strangely at the master's touch; We shrink too sadly from the larger self Which for its ...
When the brethren heard of us, they came to meet us as far as Appii Forum, and The Three Taverns.-(Acts ...
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