The Cross-Roads (Amy Lowell Poem)
A bullet through his heart at dawn. On the table a letter signed with a woman's name. A wind that ...
A bullet through his heart at dawn. On the table a letter signed with a woman's name. A wind that ...
Outside the long window, With his head on the stone sill, The dog is lying, Gazing at his Beloved. His ...
I The Trumpet-Vine Arbour The throats of the little red trumpet-flowers are wide open, And the clangour of brass beats ...
Lead us, Evolution, lead us Up the future's endless stair; Chop us, change us, prod us, weed us. For stagnation ...
Each day brings its toad, each night its dragon. Der heilige Hieronymus--his lion is at the zoo-- Listens, listens. All ...
The clock of my days winds down. The cat eats sparrows outside my window. Once, she brought me a small ...
Hot water soaks into her tense body Bouquet of flower, scented candles and a glass of chardonnay Water licks the ...
I'm going out to clean the pasture spring; I'll only stop to rake the leaves away (And wait to watch ...
An old woman likes to melt her husband. She puts him in a melting device, and he pours out the ...
You've read of several kinds of Cat, And my opinion now is that You should need no interpreter To understand ...
Silvered in the dying light she lies a silent sleeping twinkle coloured Eve who heaves and breathes a sinuous sigh ...
The host, he says that all is well And the fire-wood glow is bright; The food has a warm and ...
When midnight comes a host of dogs and men Go out and track the badger to his den, And put ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
I taught myself to live simply and wisely, to look at the sky and pray to God, and to wander ...
I GAT your letter, winsome Willie; Wi' gratefu' heart I thank you brawlie; Tho' I maun say't, I wad be ...
All the night in woe, Lyca's parents go: Over vallies deep. While the desarts weep. Tired and woe-begone. Hoarse with ...
To Henry St. John, Lord Bolingbroke Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride ...
Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd, I said, Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The dog-star ...
The First Epistle Awake, my ST. JOHN!(1) leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of Kings. Let ...
Heav'n from all creatures hides the book of fate, All but the page prescrib'd, their present state: From brutes what ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
Heark how the Mower Damon Sung, With love of Juliana stung! While ev'ry thing did seem to paint The Scene ...
If it were only still!- With far away the shrill Crying of a cock; Or the shaken bell From a ...
No engines shrieking rescue storm the night, And hose and hydrant cannot here avail; The flames laugh high and fling ...
Beaten like an old hound Whimpering by the stove, I complicate the pain That smarts with promised love. The oilstove ...
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