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 ...
"Was I at Eureka?" His figure was drawn to a youthful height, And a flood of proud recollections made the ...
Tamed by Miltown, we lie on Mother's bed; the rising sun in war paint dyes us red; in broad daylight ...
On the shores of Gitche Gumee, Of the shining Big-Sea-Water, Stood Nokomis, the old woman, Pointing with her finger westward, ...
How strange it seems! These Hebrews in their graves, Close by the street of this fair seaport town, Silent beside ...
Gloomy and dark art thou, O chief of the mighty Omahas; Gloomy and dark as the driving cloud, whose name ...
The deer were bounding like blown leaves Under the smoke in front the roaring wave of the brush-fire; I thought ...
How heavy the days are. There's not a fire that can warm me, Not a sun to laugh with me, ...
Shall I move the flowers again? Shall I put them further to the left into the light? Win that fix ...
It is an abhorrent thing, this incarceration of your vulnerability, profoundly cruel in the way you were beaten to your ...
To the tune of "Rinsing Silk Stream" Thousands of light flakes of crushed gold for its blossoms, Trimmed jade for ...
The heavy mahogany door with its wrought-iron screen Shuts. And the sound is rich, sympathetic, discreet. The sun still shines ...
In the worst hour of the worst season of the worst year of a whole people a man set out ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
1. Earth was not: nor globes of attraction The will of the Immortal expanded Or contracted his all flexible senses. ...
"I die, I die!" the Mother said, "My children die for lack of bread. What more has the merciless Tyrant ...
"I die, I die!" the Mother said, "My children die for lack of bread. What more has the merciless Tyrant ...
'Twas in the year of 1897, and on the night of Christmas day, That ten persons' lives were taken sway, ...
As the night was beginning to close in one rough September day In the year of 1838, a steamer passed ...
'Twas in the year of 1896, and on the 30th of September, Which many people in Aberdeen will long remember; ...
Good people of high and low degree, I pray ye all to list to me, And I'll relate a harrowing ...
A sad tale of the sea I will relate, which will your hearts appal Concerning the burning of the steamship ...
'Twas near the Begum Kothie the battle began, Where innocent blood as plentiful as water ran; The Begum Kothie was ...
'Twas on a Monday morning, and in the year of 1884, That a fire broke out in Bailie Bradford's store, ...
'Twas on a Sunday morning, and in the year of 1888, The steamer "Saxmundham," laden with coal and coke for ...
'Twas in the year of 1887, and on the 28th of September, Which many people of Honan, in China, will ...
How can you, my Lord, thus delight to torment all The Peers of realm about cheapening their corn, When you ...
I Blow across the stagnant world, I blow across the sea, For me, the sailor's flag unfurled, For me, the ...
The room is full of you!-As I came in And closed the door behind me, all at once A something ...
Brooklyn, 1929. Of course Crane's been drinking and has no idea who this curious Andalusian is, unable even to speak ...
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