Water (Robert Lowell Poem)
It was a Maine lobster town- each morning boatloads of hands pushed off for granite quarries on the islands, and ...
It was a Maine lobster town- each morning boatloads of hands pushed off for granite quarries on the islands, and ...
Once, after long-drawn revel at The Mermaid, He to the overbearing Boanerges Jonson, uttered (if half of it were liquor, ...
Souls of Poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern, Choicer than the Mermaid ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
It was in the old days, When she used to hang out at a place Called Club Zombie, A black ...
Young Ben he was a nice young man, A carpenter by trade; And he fell in love with Sally Brown, ...
THE waters rush'd, the waters rose, A fisherman sat by, While on his line in calm repose He cast his ...
In my childhood rumors ran Of a world beyond our door- Terrors to the life of man That the highroad ...
A dear old couple my grandparents were, And kind to all dumb things; they saw in Heaven The lamb that ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
A mermaid found a swimming lad, Picked him for her own, Pressed her body to his body, Laughed; and plunging ...
I Who would be A merman gay, Singing alone, Sitting alone, With a mermaid's knee, For instance--hey-- For a throne? ...
Come swish around, my pretty punk, And keep me dancing still That I may stay a sober man Although I ...
THE KINGDOM OF MY HEART 1 The halcyon settled on the Aire of our days Kingfisher-blue it broke my heart ...
I Who would be A mermaid fair, Singing alone, Combing her hair Under the sea, In a golden curl With ...
In Lyonesse was beauty enough, men say: Long Summer loaded the orchards to excess, And fertile lowlands lengthening far away, ...
I O THOU, that sit'st upon a throne, With harp of high majestic tone, To praise the King of kings; ...
First having read the book of myths, and loaded the camera, and checked the edge of the knife-blade, I put ...
In lakeside leafy groves, a friar Escaped all worries; there he passed His summer days in constant prayer, Deep studies ...
My sleeping children are still flying dreams in their goose-down heads. The lush of the river singing morning songs Fish ...
Once I loved a fairy, Queen Mab it was. Her voice Was like a little Fountain That bids the birds ...
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