Lead Soldiers (Amy Lowell Poem)
The nursery fire burns brightly, crackling in cheerful little explosions and trails of sparks up the back of the chimney. ...
The nursery fire burns brightly, crackling in cheerful little explosions and trails of sparks up the back of the chimney. ...
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When ...
If What we could -- were what we would -- Criterion -- be small -- It is the Ultimate of ...
Banish Air from Air -- Divide Light if you dare -- They'll meet While Cubes in a Drop Or Pellets ...
He lay within a warm, soft world Of motion. Colors bloomed and fled, Maroon and turquoise, saffron, red, Wave upon ...
THE Demon, in my chamber high, This morning came to visit me, And, thinking he would find some fault, He ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
As some brave admiral, in former war, Deprived of force, but pressed with courage still, Two rival fleets appearing from ...
RESPONDEZ! Respondez! (The war is completed-the price is paid-the title is settled beyond recall;) Let every one answer! let those ...
1 COME closer to me; Push close, my lovers, and take the best I possess; Yield closer and closer, and ...
My life is like a music-hall, Where, in the impotence of rage, Chained by enchantment to my stall, I see ...
Swift as a spirit hastening to his task Of glory & of good, the Sun sprang forth Rejoicing in his ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
NOTHING so true as what you once let fall, "Most Women have no Characters at all." Matter too soft a ...
Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd, I said, Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The dog-star ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
The artisans of this room, who designed the lamp base (a huge red slug with a hole where its heart ...
O God, my dream! I dreamed that you were dead; Your mother hung above the couch and wept Whereon you ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
This harpie with dry red curls talked openly of her husband, his impotence, his death, the death of her lover, ...
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