The Shadow (Amy Lowell Poem)
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
On the Mountains of the Prairie, On the great Red Pipe-stone Quarry, Gitche Manito, the mighty, He the Master of ...
Our eyes are limpid drops of water. In each drop exists a tiny sign of our genius which has given ...
shaw had the gift of the crab how he took the straight idea and scuttled with it sideways marking sand ...
ONCE two persons uninvited Came to join my dinner table; For the nonce they lived united, Fox and crane yclept ...
Shall I move the flowers again? Shall I put them further to the left into the light? Win that fix ...
A HERMIT'S house beside a stream With forests planted round, Whatever it to you may seem More real happiness I ...
Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers, Is reason to the soul; and ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
The restaurants on hot spring evenings Lie under a dense and savage air. Foul drafts and hoots from dunken revelers ...
I love the naked ages long ago When statues were gilded by Apollo, When men and women of agility Could ...
Above the ponds, beyond the valleys, The woods, the mountains, the clouds, the seas, Farther than the sun, the distant ...
FAIR the face of orient day, Fair the tints of op'ning rose; But fairer still my Delia dawns, More lovely ...
THE LAMP of day, with-ill presaging glare, Dim, cloudy, sank beneath the western wave; Th' inconstant blast howl'd thro' the ...
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
Light flows our war of mocking words, and yet, Behold, with tears mine eyes are wet! I feel a nameless ...
'Tis death! and peace, indeed, is here, And ease from shame, and rest from fear. There's nothing can dismarble now ...
THE WIND blew hollow frae the hills, By fits the sun's departing beam Look'd on the fading yellow woods, That ...
What was he doing, the great god Pan, Down in the reeds by the river? Spreading ruin and scattering ban, ...
Not easy to state the change you made. If I'm alive now, then I was dead, Though, like a stone, ...
Jaya Surya GOLDEN sun of victory, born In my life's unclouded morn, In my lambent sky of love, May your ...
Desine, Paulle, meum lacrimis urgere sepulcrum: nempe tuas lacrimas litora surda bibent. Propertius, IV.11 Don't cry for me, for only ...
Once played to attentive faces music has broken its frame its bodice of always-weak laces the entirely promiscuous art pours ...
I The dawn laughs out on orient hills And dances with the diamond rills; The ambrosial wind but faintly stirs ...
Last night I looked across the hills And through an arch of darkling pine Low-swung against a limpid west I ...
I A wide-spring meadow in a rosy dawn Bedropt with virgin buds; an orient sky Fleeced with a dappled cloud ...
Hark, I hear a robin calling! List, the wind is from the south! And the orchard-bloom is falling Sweet as ...
When the lucent skies of morning flush with dawning rose once more, And waves of golden glory break adown the ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
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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