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 ...
High up above the open, welcoming door It hangs, a piece of wood with colours dim. Once, long ago, it ...
There are scenes in the distance where beauty is not, On the desolate flats where gaunt appletrees rot. Where the ...
There are scenes in the distance where beauty is not, On the desolate flats where gaunt appletrees rot. Where the ...
They stood by the door of the Inn on the Rise; May Carney looked up in the bushranger's eyes: `Oh! ...
"As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman; Though she bends him, she obeys him, ...
Far and wide among the nations Spread the name and fame of Kwasind; No man dared to strive with Kwasind, ...
X. Hiawatha's Wooing "As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman, Though she bends him, ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
O proudly name their names who bravely sail To seek brave lost in Arctic snows and seas! Bring money and ...
WHEN we as strangers sought Their catering care, Veiled smiles bespoke their thought Of what we were. They warmed as ...
before their fragrance bloomed I lingered under the lilac bush slowing my walk home from school to yearn for their ...
After the sixth day, the Lord looked on creation the humans he had created, the man, the woman those born ...
Thar showed up out'n Denver in the spring uv '81 A man who'd worked with Dana on the Noo York ...
From where I lingered in a lull in march outside the sugar-house one night for choice, I called the fireman ...
The three stood listening to a fresh access Of wind that caught against the house a moment, Gulped snow, and ...
When I go up through the mowing field, The headless aftermath, Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew, Half closes ...
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma ...
I Ah, who will tell me, in these leaden days, Why the sweet Spring delays, And where she hides, -- ...
When One has given up One's life The parting with the rest Feels easy, as when Day lets go Entirely ...
It bloomed and dropt, a Single Noon -- The Flower -- distinct and Red -- I, passing, thought another Noon ...
I Years had been from Home And now before the Door I dared not enter, lest a Face I never ...
I LOVE it, I love it ; and who shall dare To chide me for loving that old Arm-chair ? ...
Fair was the evening and brightly the sun Was shining on desert and grove, Sweet were the breezes and balmy ...
Spot of my youth! whose hoary branches sigh, Swept by the breeze that fans thy cloudless sky; Where now alone ...
starving there, sitting around the bars, and at night walking the streets for hours, the moonlight always seemed fake to ...
We were out on the hills that night To watch our sheep; Drowsily by the fire we lay Where the ...
From vales of dawn hath Day pursued the Night Who mocking fled, swift-sandalled, to the west, Nor ever lingered in ...
By this part of the century few are left who believe in the animals for they are not there in ...
So Mary died last night! To-day The news has travelled here. And Robert died at Michaelmas, And Walter died last ...
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