The Dinner-Party (Amy Lowell Poem)
Fish "So . . ." they said, With their wine-glasses delicately poised, Mocking at the thing they cannot understand. "So ...
Fish "So . . ." they said, With their wine-glasses delicately poised, Mocking at the thing they cannot understand. "So ...
I own a solace shut within my heart, A garden full of many a quaint delight And warm with drowsy, ...
"Honor be to Mudjekeewis!" Cried the warriors, cried the old men, When he came in triumph homeward With the sacred ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
I He would drink by himself And raise a weathered thumb Towards the high shelf, Calling another rum And blackcurrant, ...
Terrifying are the attent sleek thrushes on the lawn, More coiled steel than living - a poised Dark deadly eye, ...
I LEGEND Long ago Apollo called to Aristæus, youngest of the shepherds, Saying, "I will make you keeper of my ...
How many times these low feet staggered -- Only the soldered mouth can tell -- Try -- can you stir ...
To the tune "Red Lips" Tired of swinging indolent I rise with a slender hand put right my hair the ...
My pensive SARA ! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is To sit beside ...
A green and silent spot, amid the hills, A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place No singing sky-lark ...
(Composed at Clevedon, Somersetshire) My pensive Sara! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is ...
There was a man in New York City (His name was George Adolphus Knight) So soft of heart he wept ...
Often, to amuse themselves, the crew of the ship Would fell an albatross, the largest of sea birds, Indolent companions ...
(To Ellen Terry) As one who poring on a Grecian urn Scans the fair shapes some Attic hand hath made, ...
cIn the midnight of darkness and terror, When I would grope nearer to God, With my back to a record ...
1 WHEN lilacs last in the door-yard bloom'd, And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the ...
The sky, lazily disdaining to pursue The setting sun, too indolent to hold A lengthened tournament for flashing gold, Passively ...
O you chorus of indolent reviewers, Irresponsible, indolent reviewers, Look, I come to the test, a tiny poem All composed ...
Let laureates sing with rapturous swing Of the wonder and glory of work; Let pulpiteers preach and with passion impeach ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
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