Pickthorn Manor (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
This wild night, gathering the washing as if it were flowers animal vines twisting over the line and slapping my ...
It is stuffy in the steerage where the second-classers sleep, For there's near a hundred for'ard, and they're stowed away ...
1FROM THE NURSERY When I was born, you waited behind a pile of linen in the nursery, and when we ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and ...
She was a woman peerless in her station, With household virtues wedded to her name; Spotless in linen, grass-bleached in ...
Awake, sad heart, whom sorrow ever drowns ; Take up thine eyes, which feed on earth ; Unfold thy forehead, ...
SEXTON! Martha's dead and gone; Toll the bell! toll the bell! Her weary hands their labor cease; Good night, poor ...
it's 1962 March 28th I'm sitting by the window on the Prague-Berlin train night is falling I never knew I ...
To the Right Honourable Mildmay, Earl of Westmoreland Come, sons of summer, by whose toil We are the lords of ...
Part One - The Calling Let me sleep, for my soul is intoxicated with love and Let me rest, for ...
The crushed rose gathered yet so much living yet resting on the sleeve of my jacket taken off for the ...
Clothed in brilliant linen at the dawning of the day words of the angel to assuage their fears He is ...
no place in the inn no room for them the savior of the earth born in a borrowed stable laid ...
The simple table, set, waiting natural cloth smoothed over the surface A loaf, a cup shrouded simple white linen draped ...
a sea of candles, glowing brightly on the simple lace the linen on the altar shimmering gold, the shadows, the ...
She wasn't reading the words on the page not to herself at least, she was preaching from the Book she ...
In the little room, off the sanctuary, the space where worship supplies were kept, a stack of white linen tablecloths, ...
SOLICITED I've been to give a tale, In which (though true, decorum must prevail), The subject from a picture shall ...
I RECOLLECT, that lately much I blamed, The sort of lover, avaricious named; And if in opposites we reason see, ...
A CERTAIN pious rector (John his name), But little preached, except when vintage came; And then no preparation he required ...
So like a flower and a current of air the flow of water fleeting shadows the smile glimpsed at midnight ...
...Preamble A rough draft for an ars poetica . . . . . . . Let's get our dreams unstuck ...
A poet's cat, sedate and grave As poet well could wish to have, Was much addicted to inquire For nooks ...
She scrawled soft words in soap: "Never Forget," Dove-white on her car's window, and the wren, because her heart is ...
For moveless limbs no pity I crave, That never were swift! Still all I prize, Laughter and thought and friends, ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
WHEN chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet; As market days are wearing late, And folk begin ...
A Tale "Of Brownyis and of Bogilis full is this Buke." -Gawin Douglas. When chapman billies leave the street, And ...
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