The Allies (Amy Lowell Poem)
August 14th, 1914 Into the brazen, burnished sky, the cry hurls itself. The zigzagging cry of hoarse throats, it floats ...
August 14th, 1914 Into the brazen, burnished sky, the cry hurls itself. The zigzagging cry of hoarse throats, it floats ...
(For Mrs. Henry Mills Alden) I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree ...
BOMBAY Royal and Dower-royal, I the Queen Fronting thy richest sea with richer hands -- A thousand mills roar through ...
We were taken from the ore-bed and the mine, We were melted in the furnace and the pit-- We were ...
You waste the attention of your eyes, the glittering labour of your hands, and knead the dough enough for dozens ...
SHE behind yon mountain lives, Who my love's sweet guerdon gives. Tell me, mount, how this can be! Very glass ...
The fox pushes softly, blindly through me at night, between the liver and the stomach. Comes to the heart and ...
I What new element before us unborn in nature? Is there a new thing under the Sun? At last inquisitive ...
We were all in prayer heads bowed in the sanctuary as she began to speak to proclaim our petitions speak ...
A small sacred, holy space cloistered in the edge of the woods a place for reflection, meditation for fellowship and ...
A prayer hidden and silent Stones submerged by winter's blanket Covered and cold beneath the grip of frost If they ...
Bright sari in a darkened street - the lilting grey of Yorkshire sky; rust requiems for demolished mills - repeating ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
The heavenly hills of Holland,-- How wondrously they rise Above the smooth green pastures Into the azure skies! With blue ...
The Brain, within its Groove Runs evenly -- and true -- But let a Splinter swerve -- 'Twere easier for ...
High dormers are rising So sharp and surprising, And ponticum edges The driveways of gravel; Stone houses from ledges Look ...
In the licorice fields at Pontefract My love and I did meet And many a burdened licorice bush Was blooming ...
alas our good kaspar is dead. who will bury a burning flag in the wings of the clouds who will ...
You mustn't show weakness and you've got to have a tan. But sometimes I feel like the thin veils of ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England's mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God On ...
And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England's mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God On ...
And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England's mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God On ...
And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England's mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God On ...
And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England's mountains green? And was the holy Lamb of God On ...
In a dream I returned to the river of bees Five orange trees by the bridge and Beside two mills ...
Three jolly Farmers Once bet a pound Each dance the others would Off the ground. Out of their coats They ...
19 years old and going nowhere, I got a ride to Bessemer and walked the night road toward Birmingham passing ...
Oft seems the Time a market-town Where many merchant-spirits meet Who up and down and up and down Cry out ...
Out of the hills of Habersham, Down the valleys of Hall, I hurry amain to reach the plain, Run the ...
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