A Petition (Amy Lowell Poem)
I pray to be the tool which to your hand Long use has shaped and moulded till it be Apt ...
I pray to be the tool which to your hand Long use has shaped and moulded till it be Apt ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
Peace is declared, and I return To 'Ackneystadt, but not the same; Things 'ave transpired which made me learn The ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
We, the Fairies, blithe and antic, Of dimensions not gigantic, Though the moonshine mostly keep us, Oft in orchards frisk ...
I OBSERVE: "Our sentimental friend the moon! Or possibly (fantastic, I confess) It may be Prester John's balloon Or an ...
All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
Chorus.-Ca'the yowes to the knowes, Ca' them where the heather grows, Ca' them where the burnie rowes, My bonie Dearie. ...
Hark! ah, the nightingale- The tawny-throated! Hark, from that moonlit cedar what a burst! What triumph! hark!-what pain! O wanderer ...
I GAT your letter, winsome Willie; Wi' gratefu' heart I thank you brawlie; Tho' I maun say't, I wad be ...
Time that is moved by little fidget wheels Is not my time, the flood that does not flow. Between the ...
SMOKE of the fields in spring is one, Smoke of the leaves in autumn another. Smoke of a steel-mill roof ...
I. I DREAMED of forest alleys fair And fields of gray-flowered grass, Where by the yellow summer moon My Jenny ...
SWALLOWS travel to and fro, And the great winds come and go, And the steady breezes blow, Bearing perfume, bearing ...
Who dwelt in yonder lonely Cot, Why is it thus forsaken? It seems, by all the world forgot, Above its ...
Down home to-night the moonshine falls Across a hill with daisies pied, The pear tree by the garden gate Beckons ...
Frosty-white and cold it lies Underneath the fretful skies; Snowflakes flutter where the red Banners of the poppies spread, And ...
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