The Fruit Garden Path (Amy Lowell Poem)
The path runs straight between the flowering rows, A moonlit path, hemmed in by beds of bloom, Where phlox and ...
The path runs straight between the flowering rows, A moonlit path, hemmed in by beds of bloom, Where phlox and ...
I have been wondering What you are thinking about, and by now suppose It is certainly not me. But the ...
On moonlit heath and lonesome bank The sheep beside me graze; And yon the gallows used to clank Fast by ...
White in the moon the long road lies, The moon stands blank above; White in the moon the long road ...
THE sun had wheeled from Grey's to Dammer's Crest, And still I mused on that Thing imminent: At length I ...
The flame-red moon, the harvest moon, Rolls along the hills, gently bouncing, A vast balloon, Till it takes off, and ...
The curlew and the heron call, the hissing mud and whispering wings beat eery through the idle air until the ...
At 1:00 in the morning on a moonlit, starlit night in northern Maine, in the Allagash Wilderness silent strangers, worked ...
Places of solace, of sanctuary, isolation, of refuge Places out alone alone in spaces places in nature by the still ...
Board meeting over Stars and clouds call. Alone on the lake, Time to unwind. 11 o'clock under A moonlit sky. ...
Jellicle Cats come out tonight, Jellicle Cats come one come all: The Jellicle Moon is shining bright-- Jellicles come to ...
Pray why are you so bare, so bare, Oh, bough of the old oak-tree; And why, when I go through ...
You could see the signs which said that possums came at night and fed upon this tree, they left their ...
Gloomily the clouds are sailing O'er the dimly moonlit sky; Dolefully the wind is wailing; Not another sound is nigh; ...
Angel spirits of sleep, White-robed, with silver hair, In your meadows fair, Where the willows weep, And the sad moonbeam ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
After the movie, when the lights come up, He takes her powdered hand behind the wings; She, all in yellow, ...
The half-shut doors through which we heard that music Are softly closed. Horns mutter down to silence. The stars whirl ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
I. Moonlight silvers the tops of trees, Moonlight whitens the lilac shadowed wall And through the evening fall, Clearly, as ...
When I knew, it was raining. Winter in decline. I was tired. You in your soaked shirt diffused into the ...
The moonlight fades from flower and rose And the stars dim one by one; The tale is told, the song ...
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
Hark! ah, the nightingale- The tawny-throated! Hark, from that moonlit cedar what a burst! What triumph! hark!-what pain! O wanderer ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
I would build a cloudy House For my thoughts to live in; When for earth too fancy-loose And too low ...
by God, I don't know what to do. they're so nice to have around. they have a way of playing ...
A Song in Chinese Tapestries "How, how," he said. "Friend Chang," I said, "San Francisco sleeps as the dead- Ended ...
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