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 ...
The wind is singing through the trees to-night, A deep-voiced song of rushing cadences And crashing intervals. No summer breeze ...
White dawn. Stillness.When the rippling began I took it for sea-wind, coming to our valley with rumors of salt, of ...
(For Edward J. Wheeler) Within the Jersey City shed The engine coughs and shakes its head, The smoke, a plume ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
1 Let observation with extensive view, 2 Survey mankind, from China to Peru; 3 Remark each anxious toil, each eager ...
If God has been good enough to give you a poet Then listen to him. But for God's sake let ...
Because she wants to touch him, she moves away. Because she wants to talk to him, she keeps silent. Because ...
I have a friend who still believes in heaven. Not a stupid person, yet with all she knows, she literally ...
Then a priestess said, "Speak to us of Prayer." And he answered, saying: You pray in your distress and in ...
When God listens when our savior hears does God hear us speaking prayers does he hear true faith believing in ...
I have a friend who still believes in heaven. Not a stupid person, yet with all she knows, she literally ...
There's a certain Slant of light, Winter Afternoons -- That oppresses, like the Heft Of Cathedral Tunes -- Heavenly Hurt, ...
Like a lone Arab, old and blind, Some caravan had left behind, Who sits beside a ruin'd well, Where the ...
On the wide level of a mountain's head, (I knew not where, but 'twas some faery place) Their pinions, ostrich-like, ...
Low was our pretty Cot : our tallest Rose Peep'd at the chamber-window. We could hear At silent noon, and ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
She scrawled soft words in soap: "Never Forget," Dove-white on her car's window, and the wren, because her heart is ...
Fair was the evening and brightly the sun Was shining on desert and grove, Sweet were the breezes and balmy ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
NOW in her green mantle blythe Nature arrays, And listens the lambkins that bleat o'er her braes; While birds warble ...
I The face, which, duly as the sun, Rose up for me with life begun, To mark all bright hours ...
But in the Wine-presses the human grapes sing not nor dance: They howl and writhe in shoals of torment, in ...
Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl, When Adam waked, so ...
O'RE the smooth enameld green Where no print of step hath been, Follow me as I sing, And touch the ...
In this Monody the author bewails a learned Friend, unfortunately drowned in his passage from Chester on the Irish Seas, ...
She wakens early remembering her father rising in the dark lighting the stove with a match scraped on the floor. ...
1 We live here because the houses are clean, the lawns run right to the street and the streets run ...
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