The Road to Avignon (Amy Lowell Poem)
A Minstrel stands on a marble stair, Blown by the bright wind, debonair; Below lies the sea, a sapphire floor, ...
A Minstrel stands on a marble stair, Blown by the bright wind, debonair; Below lies the sea, a sapphire floor, ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
They burned lime on the hill and dropped it down here in an iron car On a long cable; here ...
On the summer road that ran by our front porch Lizards and snakes came out to sun. It was hot ...
Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter, And from the orchard a voice echoes and ...
How calm, how beauteous and how cool-- How like a sister to the skies, Appears the broad, transparent pool That ...
To think to know the country and now know The hillside on the day the sun lets go Ten million ...
There is fog upon the river, there is mirk upon the town; You can hear the groping ferries as they ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
Chameleons feed on light and air: Poets' food is love and fame: If in this wide world of care Poets ...
The warm sun is falling, the bleak wind is wailing, The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying, ...
"The past is a bucket of ashes." 1 THE WOMAN named To-morrow sits with a hairpin in her teeth and ...
(for Rona, Jeremy, Sam & Grace) All the lizards are asleep-- perched pagodas with tiny triangular tiles, each milky lid ...
NOTE.-The following imaginary dialogue between Alexander Hamilton and Aaron Burr, which is not based upon any specific incident in American ...
She wore little teeth of pearls around her neck. They were grinning politely and evenly at me. Unsuitable they smirked. ...
The ground verdigris, fluffy with young mosquitoes. Waters as sacred as these, as fatted with reeds. Bronze palm planted to ...
Out here there are no hearthstones, Hot grains, simply. It is dry, dry. And the air dangerous. Noonday acts queerly ...
The Boastful Crow and the Laughing Jack Were telling tales of the outer back: "I've just been travelling far and ...
I am lived. I am died. I was two-leafed three times, and grazed, but then I was stemmed and multiplied, ...
O sweet are tropic lands for waking dreams! There time and life move lazily along. There by the banks of ...
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