The Painted Ceiling (Amy Lowell Poem)
My Grandpapa lives in a wonderful house With a great many windows and doors, There are stairs that go up, ...
My Grandpapa lives in a wonderful house With a great many windows and doors, There are stairs that go up, ...
"Honor be to Mudjekeewis!" Cried the warriors, cried the old men, When he came in triumph homeward With the sacred ...
In town to sell his fruit, he saw her- Françoise in her summer slacks- turning to him, coming back to ...
I have had enough. I gasp for breath. Every way ends, every road, every foot-path leads at last to the ...
I suppose you could call me heartless as a dull anvil clanking in a sodden barn, the damp wood too ...
This morning I dreamed I followed Widely spaced bells, ringing in the wind, And climbed through mists to rosy clouds. ...
A newspaper is a collection of half-injustices Which, bawled by boys from mile to mile, Spreads its curious opinion To ...
Coolness of the melons flecked with mud in the morning dew. (Matsuo Basho)
I. Your ghost will walk, you lover of trees, (If our loves remain) In an English lane, By a cornfield-side ...
I. Gr-r-r---there go, my heart's abhorrence! Water your damned flower-pots, do! If hate killed men, Brother Lawrence, God's blood, would ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
So closed our tale, of which I give you all The random scheme as wildly as it rose: The words ...
LOVELY Semiramis Closes her slanting eyes: Dead is she long ago. From her fan, sliding slow, Parrot-bright fire's feathers, Gilded ...
Time that is moved by little fidget wheels Is not my time, the flood that does not flow. Between the ...
RUM tiddy um, tiddy um, tiddy um tum tum. My knees are loose-like, my feet want to sling their selves. ...
Chuang Tzu in dream became a butterfly, And the butterfly became Chuang Tzu at waking. Which was the real-the butterfly ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
In Benidorm there are melons, Whole donkey-carts full Of innumerable melons, Ovals and balls, Bright green and thumpable Laced over ...
How vainly men themselves amaze To win the Palm, the Oke, or Bayes; And their uncessant Labours see Crown'd from ...
Where the remote Bermudas ride In th' Oceans bosome unespy'd, From a small Boat, that row'd along, The listning Winds ...
HOW vainly men themselves amaze To win the palm, the oak, or bays, And their uncessant labours see Crown'd from ...
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