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 ...
I The inkstand is full of ink, and the paper lies white and unspotted, in the round of light thrown ...
"Build me straight, O worthy Master! Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster, And with ...
I. Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
There is a fork in a branch of an ancient, enormous maple, one of a grove of such trees, where ...
1FROM THE NURSERY When I was born, you waited behind a pile of linen in the nursery, and when we ...
So long as 'neath the Kalka hills The tonga-horn shall ring, So long as down the Solon dip The hard-held ...
We have another viceroy now, -- those days are dead and done Of Delilah Aberyswith and depraved Ulysses Gunne. Delilah ...
What is unwisdom but the lusting after Longevity: to be old and full of days! For the vast and unremitting ...
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
In the poison of their anger losing sight of their children wanting to cause them pain the soon to be ...
Though I don't say it as often as I should you are very special to me every day Nothing has ...
1 Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
Mark but this flea, and mark in this, How little that which thou deny'st me is; It sucked me first, ...
Come, my darling, let us dance To the moon that beckons us To dissolve our love in trance Heedless of ...
Come, my darling, let us dance To the moon that beckons us To dissolve our love in trance Heedless of ...
Long ago I wished to leave " The house where I was born; " Long ago I used to grieve, ...
(PETER RONSARD _loquitur_.) ``Heigho!'' yawned one day King Francis, ``Distance all value enhances! ``When a man's busy, why, leisure ``Strikes ...
LAST May, a braw wooer cam doun the lang glen, And sair wi' his love he did deave me; I ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Far, far from here, The Adriatic breaks in a warm bay Among the green Illyrian hills; and there The sunshine ...
TO you, sir, this summons I've sent, Pray, whip till the pownie is freathing; But if you demand what I ...
MY godlike friend-nay, do not stare, You think the phrase is odd-like; But "God is love," the saints declare, Then ...
ah, christ, what a CREW: more poetry, always more P O E T R Y . if it doesn't come, ...
Said a Sov'reign to a Note, In the pocket of my coat, Where they met in a neat purse of ...
Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl, When Adam waked, so ...
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he a while Thought him still speaking, ...
Maurice, weep not, I am not here under this pine tree. The balmy air of spring whispers through the sweet ...
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