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 ...
Can it be the sun descending O'er the level plain of water? Or the Red Swan floating, flying, Wounded by ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
Like a professor explaining theoretical physics to a wide-eyed preschooler, so must it have been the divine and the human ...
Picturing yourself, one of the two walking that dusty road, with Christ, exploring your heart, poured out in the confusion ...
In the synoptic gospels, we are told, by the savior, the first born of the resurrection, the first in the ...
Provocative imagery In the words of the scripture And the words of the pastor Describing the Christ For the readers ...
If I were to put my feet, into the sandals of the listeners, the first audience for these stories, I ...
Some much meaning layers of meaning in the words of a fruitless fig bearing fruit in the minds of the ...
Can you hear me in the back? Let's see - A little about me Set the mood, a light laugh ...
Tales in the beginning didn't begin in the telling, they would have started no doubt, but not without a concrete ...
I was saddened just to hear the bitter rancour in his voice, a sour hostility aloof of commonsense, and ranks ...
We shall not ask for the precious pearl of the Duke of Sui, nor for the priceless jade disk of ...
Nothing of what I say may deviate the fall of a leaf. A word will not detain the other one. ...
Hear I the creaking gate unclose? The gleaming latch uplifted? No--'twas the wind that, whirring, rose, Amidst the poplars drifted! ...
"The past is a bucket of ashes." 1 THE WOMAN named To-morrow sits with a hairpin in her teeth and ...
We look on the shoulders filling the stage of the Chicago Auditorium. A fat mayor has spoken much English and ...
to Robert Hass and in memory of Elliot Gilbert Slow dulcimer, gavotte and bow, in autumn, Bashõ and his friends ...
Who can remember back to the first poets, The greatest ones, greater even than Orpheus? No one has remembered that ...
The poet sang of a battle-field Where doughty deeds were done, Where stout blows rang on helm and shield And ...
"Is there anybody there?" said the Traveller, Knocking on the moonlit door; And his horse in the silence champed the ...
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