Thompson’s Lunch Room — Grand Central Station (Amy Lowell Poems)
Study in Whites Wax-white -- Floor, ceiling, walls. Ivory shadows Over the pavement Polished to cream surfaces By constant sweeping. ...
Study in Whites Wax-white -- Floor, ceiling, walls. Ivory shadows Over the pavement Polished to cream surfaces By constant sweeping. ...
It winds along the face of a cliff This path which I long to explore, And over it dashes a ...
for a man whose eyes till now were a bed of rock whose hands were drier than deserts the sea's ...
A rain of color, the leaves of the maples, different kinds, red, sugar, swamp, all torquing, canting, twisting, inexorably, to ...
Down by the water's edge in the space between the tides tiny little roads for one the furrowed rows meandering ...
Southbound this morning a valley of pine perpendicular and far down below on my right over the bridge, beside the ...
IN Eastern climes, by means considered new; The Mount's old-man, with terrors would pursue; His large domains howe'er were not ...
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to ...
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree: Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man ...
Tomorrow's Thursday again, swept with the days' meandering flow: this, that, and the week goes, hearing time splash through cracks. ...
I have questioned the loyalty of rivers in winter, their yearnings for oceans obstructed, indecisive meandering clogged by ice floes ...
THUS the Mayne glideth Where my Love abideth; Sleep 's no softer: it proceeds On through lawns, on through meads, ...
I. THE FLOWER'S NAME Here's the garden she walked across, Arm in my arm, such a short while since: Hark, ...
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
HOW pleasant the banks of the clear winding Devon, With green spreading bushes and flow'rs blooming fair! But the boniest ...
Within the circuit of this plodding life There enter moments of an azure hue, Untarnished fair as is the violet ...
A motorist once said to me, and this was in the country, on a county lane, a motorist slowed his ...
He's yonder, on the terrace of the Cafe de la Paix, The little wizened Spanish man, I see him every ...
I saw thee once- once only- years ago: I must not say how many- but not many. It was a ...
Beautiful Monikie! with your trees and shrubberies green And your beautiful walks, most charming to be seen: 'Tis a beautiful ...
The rivulet-loving wanderer Abraham Through waterless wastes tracing his fields of pasture Led his Chaldean herds and fattening flocks With ...
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