Pickthorn Manor (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
Pale, with the blue of high zeniths, shimmered over with silver, brocaded In smooth, running patterns, a soft stuff, with ...
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
I see the grass shake in the sun for leagues on either hand, I see a river loop and run ...
shaw had the gift of the crab how he took the straight idea and scuttled with it sideways marking sand ...
(i) introduction his home in ruins his parents gone frederick seeks to reclaim his throne to the golden mountain he ...
They are rhymes rudely strung with intent less Of sound than of words, In lands where bright blossoms are scentless, ...
The youngest poet down the shelves was fumbling In a dim library, just behind the chair From which the ancient ...
(For D. C. T., Killed at Fricourt, March, 1916) Yet once an earlier David took Smooth pebbles from the brook: ...
I can see them, In my mind, Fifty years hence Two old friends, by then Friendly banter, tall tales Fish ...
I Like a gaunt, scraggly pine Which lifts its head above the mournful sandhills; And patiently, through dull years of ...
WHEN Venus and Hypocrisy combine, Oft pranks are played that show a deep design; Men are but men, and friars ...
How brightly glistening in the sun The woodland ivy plays! While yonder beeches from their barks Reflect his silver rays. ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
I. It is a lie---their Priests, their Pope, Their Saints, their ... all they fear or hope Are lies, ...
This is going to cost you. If you really want to hear a country fiddle, you have to listen hard, ...
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, ...
1. Urizen explor'd his dens Mountain, moor, & wilderness, With a globe of fire lighting his journey A fearful journey, ...
The world's not wanton only wild and wavering I wanted to choose words that even you would have to be ...
Old man, you surface seldom. Then you come in with the tide's coming When seas wash cold, foam- Capped: white ...
Oh, I should like to ride the seas, A roaring buccaneer; A cutlass banging at my knees, A dirk behind ...
Who are these people at the bridge to meet me? They are the villagers---- The rector, the midwife, the sexton, ...
Frost apple on a knotted whirling bough of dark becoming where it cannot be. So much both for the soil ...
The bank broke and I lost my savings. I was sick of the tiresome game in Spoon River And I ...
The ArgumentA certain man having landed on an island in the Greek sea, found there a beautifuldamsel, whom he would ...
In my Spanish cloak, And old slouch hat, And overshoes of felt, And Tyke, my faithful dog, And my knotted ...
you've seen a strawberry that's had a struggle; yet was, where the fragments met, a hedgehog or a star- fish ...
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