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 ...
No longer of Him be it said "He hath no place to lay His head." In every land a constant ...
About suffering, about adoration, the old masters Disagree. When someone suffers, no one else eats Or walks or opens the ...
Each day brings its toad, each night its dragon. Der heilige Hieronymus--his lion is at the zoo-- Listens, listens. All ...
The tractor stands frozen - an agony To think of. All night Snow packed its open entrails. Now a head-pincering ...
Between Rita and my eyes There is a rifle And whoever knows Rita Kneels and plays To the divinity in ...
When Katie walks, this simple pair accompany her side, When Katie runs unwearied they follow on the road, When Katie ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
Isn't she lovely, "the Mistress"? With her wide-apart grey-green eyes, The droop of her lips and, when she smiles, Her ...
A web of sewer, pipe, and wire connects each house to the others. In 206 a dog sleeps by the ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
The roses of Love glad the garden of life, Though nurtur'd 'mid weeds dropping pestilent dew, Till Time crops the ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Down on the cathedrals, as from the Giralda in a land no crueller, and over the walls to domes & ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
I. Dead ! One of them shot by the sea in the east, And one of them shot in the ...
THEL'S MOTTO 1 Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? 2 Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? ...
This is winter, this is night, small love -- A sort of black horsehair, A rough, dumb country stuff Steeled ...
It is the longest night in all the year, Near on the day when the Lord Christ was born; Six ...
Between the avenues of cypresses, All in their scarlet cloaks, and surplices Of linen, go the chaunting choristers, The priests ...
Along the avenue of cypresses, All in their scarlet cloaks and surplices Of linen, go the chanting choristers, The priests ...
after Juan Ramon A child wakens in a cold apartment. The windows are frosted. Outside he hears words rising from ...
I. A NEGRO SERMON:-SIMON LEGREE (To be read in your own variety of negro dialect.) Legree's big house was white ...
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