The Bombardment (Amy Lowell Poem)
Slowly, without force, the rain drops into the city. It stops a moment on the carved head of Saint John, ...
Slowly, without force, the rain drops into the city. It stops a moment on the carved head of Saint John, ...
Some men there are who find in nature all Their inspiration, hers the sympathy Which spurs them on to any ...
1. Sunlight There was a sunlit absence. The helmeted pump in the yard heated its iron, water honeyed in the ...
Not softly, lazily tumbling, a ballet to the earth The leaves crashing hurling themselves to the ground The hot Indian ...
I wake and hearing it raining. Were I dead, what would I give Lazily to lie here, Like this, and ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
They say that Monte Carlo is A sunny place for shady people; But I'm not in the gambling biz, And ...
The Dove walks with sticky feet Upon the green crowns of the almond tree, Its feathers smeared over with warmth ...
1 O! Solitude, my sweetest choice Places devoted to the night, Remote from tumult, and from noise, How you my ...
In love they wore themselves in a green embrace. A silken rain fell through the spring upon them. In the ...
No use whistling for Lyonnesse! Sea-cold, sea-cold it certainly is. Take a look at the white, high berg on his ...
The stars are soft as flowers, and as near; The hills are webs of shadow, slowly spun; No separate leaf ...
Out where the grey streams glide, Sullen and deep and slow, And the alligators slide From the mud to the ...
Once it smiled a silent dell Where the people did not dwell; They had gone unto the wars, Trusting to ...
I have studied the Science of departures, in night's sorrows, when a woman's hair falls down. The oxen chew, there's ...
Beneath her window in the fragrant night I half forget how truant years have flown Since I looked up to ...
I, having loved ever since I was a child a few things, never having wavered In these affections; never through ...
O sweet are tropic lands for waking dreams! There time and life move lazily along. There by the banks of ...
Thistle and darnell and dock grew there, And a bush, in the corner, of may, On the orchard wall I ...
I knowed a man, which he lived in Jones, Which Jones is a county of red hills and stones, And ...
It was three slim does and a ten-tined buck in the bracken lay; And all of a sudden the sinister ...
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