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 ...
In dark fens of the Dismal Swamp The hunted Negro lay; He saw the fire of the midnight camp, And ...
A delicate young Negro stands With the reins of a horse clutched loosely in his hands; So delicate, indeed, that ...
My God, where is that ancient heat towards thee, Wherewith whole showls of Martyrs once did burn, Besides their other ...
One night i'th' year, my dearest Beauties, come, And bring those dew-drink-offerings to my tomb; When thence ye see my ...
Stay while ye will, or go, And leave no scent behind ye: Yet trust me, I shall know The place ...
Whangaehu waters, hot-spilled from the cauldron of Crater Lake, swirling mud-green from the cup between Tahurangi and Pyramid Peak, sulphurous, ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
Upon Bottle Miche the autre day While yet the nuit was early, Je met a homme whose barbe was grey, ...
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
ELSIE FLIMMERWON, you got a job now with a jazz outfit in vaudeville. The houses go wild when you finish ...
When forty winters shall beseige thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery, so ...
When forty winters shall besiege thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery, so ...
BAND concert public square Nebraska city. Flowing and circling dresses, summer-white dresses. Faces, flesh tints flung like sprays of cherry ...
FROM off a hill whose concave womb reworded A plaintful story from a sistering vale, My spirits to attend this ...
When forty winters shall besiege thy brow, And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field, Thy youth's proud livery so ...
Beautiful Monikie! with your trees and shrubberies green And your beautiful walks, most charming to be seen: 'Tis a beautiful ...
Jack Honest was only eight years of age when his father died, And by the death of his father, Mrs ...
Pity the sorrows of the poor blind, For they can but little comfort find; As they walk along the street, ...
I was Willie Metcalf. They used to call me "Doctor Meyers" Because, they said, I looked like him. And he ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
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