The Hammers (Amy Lowell Poem)
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
"Give me of your bark, O Birch-tree! Of your yellow bark, O Birch-tree! Growing by the rushing river, Tall and ...
O SORROW! Why dost borrow The natural hue of health, from vermeil lips?-- To give maiden blushes To the white ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
a cold bright sun two days to christmas a first-quarter moon at a good vantage-point a small white coffin driven ...
Elan that lifts me above the clouds into pure space, timeless, yea eternal Breath transmuted into words Transmuted back to ...
The wind Undecided Rolls a cigarette of air The mute girl talks: It is art's imperfection. This impenetrable speech. The ...
NEAR to the silver Trent SIRENA dwelleth; She to whom Nature lent All that excelleth; By which the Muses late ...
Under the parabola of a ball, a child turning into a man, I looked into the air too long. The ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
Lo, now four other act upon the stage, Childhood and Youth, the Many and Old age: The first son unto ...
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
That dark brown rabbit, lightness in his ears & underneath, gladdened our afternoon munching a crab-'. That rabbit was a ...
This is not my home. How did I get so far from water? It must be over that way somewhere. ...
There was such speed in her little body, And such lightness in her footfall, It is no wonder her brown ...
Gawaine, aware again of Lancelot In the King's garden, coughed and followed him; Whereat he turned and stood with folded ...
No, no! Go from me. I have left her lately. I will not spoil my sheath with lesser brightness, For ...
I make my way to MacEwen's salient red door To catch some remnants of her A faint scent lifting into ...
The laughter of women sets fire to the Halls of Injustice and the false evidence burns to a beautiful white ...
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