The Great Adventure of Max Breuck (Amy Lowell Poem)
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
It was a Maine lobster town- each morning boatloads of hands pushed off for granite quarries on the islands, and ...
PRELUDE. Pleasant it was, when woods were green, And winds were soft and low, To lie amid some sylvan scene, ...
Pleasant it was, when woods were green, And winds were soft and low, To lie amid some sylvan scene. Where, ...
Once red ripple came to land In the golden sunset burning-- Lapped against a maiden's hand, By the ford returning. ...
This ballad appears to refer to one of the exploits of the notorious Paul Jones, the American pirate. It is ...
1896 Mine was the woman to me, darkling I found her: Haling her dumb from the camp, held her and ...
Her imaginary playmate was a grown-up In sea-coal satin. The flame-blue glances, The wings gauzy as the membrane that the ...
It is not death, that sometime in a sigh This eloquent breath shall take its speechless flight; That sometime these ...
For William and Emily Maxwell At this time of day One could hear the caulking irons sound Against the hulls ...
ACT I. SC. I Enter Teryth from riding, Winefred following. T. WHAT is it, Gwen, my girl? why do you ...
Not, I'll not, carrion comfort, Despair, not feast on thee; Not untwist-slack they may be-these last strands of man In ...
As you plaited the harvest bow You implicated the mellowed silence in you In wheat that does not rust But ...
heeley (sheffield) autumn 1988 dodging the broken bottles dog-shit the pavement spew i wheel my young son matthew through the ...
Through long nursery nights he stood By my bed unwearying, Loomed gigantic, formless, queer, Purring in my haunted ear That ...
layer on layer the branches lapped in the slack water dipped by the wind's hand by the bank tallows of ...
Last night the Stork came stalking, And, Stork, beneath your wing Lay, lapped in dreamless slumber, The tiniest little thing! ...
Come, my darling, let us dance To the moon that beckons us To dissolve our love in trance Heedless of ...
Come, my darling, let us dance To the moon that beckons us To dissolve our love in trance Heedless of ...
(A Virginia Legend.) The Planting of the Hemp. Captain Hawk scourged clean the seas (Black is the gap below the ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
He published his girl's bottom in staid pages of an old weekly. Where will next his rages ridiculous Henry land? ...
Si credere dignum est.--Virgil, Georgics, III, 390 Oh, worthy of belief I hold it was, Virgil, your legend in those ...
The back, the yoke, the yardage. Lapped seams, The nearly invisible stitches along the collar Turned in a sweatshop by ...
I shall never get out of this! There are two of me now: This new absolutely white person and the ...
This was the way of it, don't you know -- Ryan was "wanted" for stealing sheep, And never a trooper, ...
I was among multitudes of children Dancing at the foot of a mountain. A breeze blew out of the east ...
In sea-cold Lyonesse, When the Sabbath eve shafts down On the roofs, walls, belfries Of the foundered town, The Nereids ...
I. Sunrise. In my sleep I was fain of their fellowship, fain Of the live-oak, the marsh, and the main. ...
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