1777 (Amy Lowell Poem)
I The Trumpet-Vine Arbour The throats of the little red trumpet-flowers are wide open, And the clangour of brass beats ...
I The Trumpet-Vine Arbour The throats of the little red trumpet-flowers are wide open, And the clangour of brass beats ...
Ten miles down Reedy River A pool of water lies, And all the year it mirrors The changes in the ...
In the market-place of Bruges stands the belfry old and brown; Thrice consumed and thrice rebuilded, still it watches o'er ...
The Slaver in the broad lagoon Lay moored with idle sail; He waited for the rising moon, And for the ...
Above the portico a flag-staff, bearing the Union Jack, remained fluttering in the flames for some time, but ultimately when ...
TO MISS GRACE KING Down in the old French quarter, Just out of Rampart street, I wend my way At ...
There is fog upon the river, there is mirk upon the town; You can hear the groping ferries as they ...
Jupiter Mars P Moon VENEZIA, "May" 19"th", 1910. Jupiter's foursquare blaze of gold and blue Rides on the moon, a ...
Jupiter Mars P Moon VENEZIA, "May" 19"th", 1910. Jupiter's foursquare blaze of gold and blue Rides on the moon, a ...
Mamua, when our laughter ends, And hearts and bodies, brown as white, Are dust about the doors of friends, Or ...
He. Opinion is not worth a rush; In this altar-piece the knight, Who grips his long spear so to push ...
"Black is the sky, but the land is white-- (O the wind, the snow and the storm!)-- Father, where is ...
Tell me, Tramp, where I may go To be free from human woe; Say where I may hope to find ...
Some carol of the banjo, to its measure keeping time; Of viol or of lute some make a song. My ...
Day after day behold me plying My pen within an office drear; The dullest dog, till homeward hieing, Then lo! ...
WHO knows what I know when I have asked the night questions and the night has answered nothing only the ...
When Ironbark the turtle came to Anthony's lagoon The hills were hid behind a mist of equinoctal rain, The ripple ...
It was the Bondi golfing man Drove off from the golf house tee, And he had taken his little daughter ...
The chorus frogs in the big lagoon Would sing their songs to the silvery moon. Tenor singers were out of ...
They came in to the little town A semi-naked band subdued and silent All that remained of their tribe. They ...
All night long the hockey pictures gaze down at you sleeping in your tracksuit. Belligerent goalies are your ideal. Threats ...
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