Sword Blades and Poppy Seed (Amy Lowell Poem)
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
Rappelez-vous l'objet que nous vîmes, mon âme, Ce beau matin d'été si doux : Au détour d'un sentier une charogne ...
I was never a film buff, give me Widmark and Wayne any day Saturday matin?es with Margaret Gardener still hold ...
AGAINST THE GRAIN "Oxford be silent, I this truth must write Leeds hath for rarities undone thee quite." - William ...
THE KINGDOM OF MY HEART 1 The halcyon settled on the Aire of our days Kingfisher-blue it broke my heart ...
Swift as a spirit hastening to his task Of glory & of good, the Sun sprang forth Rejoicing in his ...
AS one who having wandered all night long In a perplexed forest, comes at length In the first hours, about ...
WHEN from the craggy mountain's pathless steep, Whose flinty brow hangs o'er the raging sea, My wand'ring eye beholds the ...
I. Where freezing wastes of dazzl'ing Snow O'er LEMAN'S Lake rose, tow'ring; The BARON GOLFRE'S Castle strong Was seen, the ...
THOU art no more my bosom's FRIEND; Here must the sweet delusion end, That charm'd my senses many a year, ...
In these deep solitudes and awful cells, Where heav'nly-pensive contemplation dwells, And ever-musing melancholy reigns; What means this tumult in ...
It is a year dear one, since you afar Went out beyond my yearning mortal sight A wondrous year! perchance ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill ...
What should I be but a prophet and a liar, Whose mother was a leprechaun, whose father was a friar? ...
Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl, When Adam waked, so ...
Hence, loathed Melancholy, ............Of Cerberus and blackest Midnight born In Stygian cave forlorn ............'Mongst horrid shapes, and shrieks, and sights ...
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