The Coal Picker (Amy Lowell Poem)
He perches in the slime, inert, Bedaubed with iridescent dirt. The oil upon the puddles dries To colours like a ...
He perches in the slime, inert, Bedaubed with iridescent dirt. The oil upon the puddles dries To colours like a ...
You shall hear how Hiawatha Prayed and fasted in the forest, Not for greater skill in hunting, Not for greater ...
My black hills have never seen the sun rising, Eternally they look north towards Armagh. Lot's wife would not be ...
Now Tomlinson gave up the ghost in his house in Berkeley Square, And a Spirit came to his bedside and ...
'Twixt my house and thy house the pathway is broad, In thy house or my house is half the world's ...
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit ...
I Saw old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like Silence, listening To silence, for no lonely bird would ...
To seem the stranger lies my lot, my life Among strangers. Father and mother dear, Brothers and sisters are in ...
Foundered March 24. 1878 1 The Eurydice-it concerned thee, O Lord: Three hundred souls, O alas! on board, Some asleep ...
The church flings forth a battled shade Over the moon-blanched sward: The church; my gift; whereto I paid My all ...
THERE stands on yonder high mountain A castle built of yore, Where once lurked horse and horseman In rear of ...
ONCE two persons uninvited Came to join my dinner table; For the nonce they lived united, Fox and crane yclept ...
not with money the measure we give that which we receive from the Lord so much more than this in ...
The seduction of the season Christmas time of year ads on the TV, calling us to spend less that is ...
A HERMIT'S house beside a stream With forests planted round, Whatever it to you may seem More real happiness I ...
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold. Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold. To this the god ...
A CERTAIN pious rector (John his name), But little preached, except when vintage came; And then no preparation he required ...
Beyond the pale of memory, In some mysterious dusky grove; A place of shadows utterly, Where never coos the turtle-dove, ...
Our own possessions -- though our own -- 'Tis well to hoard anew -- Remembering the Dimensions Of Possibility. (Emily ...
I'll clutch -- and clutch -- Next -- One -- Might be the golden touch -- Could take it -- ...
THINK not, 'cause men flattering say You're fresh as April, sweet as May, Bright as is the morning star, That ...
I sing the Name which None can say But touch't with An interiour Ray: The Name of our New Peace; ...
God gives his mercies to be spent; Your hoard will do your soul no good. Gold is a blessing only ...
THE PROLOGUE. THE Cook of London, while the Reeve thus spake, For joy he laugh'd and clapp'd him on the ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
I 'Tis done -- but yesterday a King! And arm'd with Kings to strive -- And now thou art a ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Love is enough: through the trouble and tangle From yesterday's dawning to yesterday's night I sought through the vales where ...
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