The Exeter Road (Amy Lowell Poem)
Panels of claret and blue which shine Under the moon like lees of wine. A coronet done in a golden ...
Panels of claret and blue which shine Under the moon like lees of wine. A coronet done in a golden ...
Hark, hearer, hear what I do; lend a thought now, make believe We are leafwhelmed somewhere with the hood Of ...
For every bird there is this last migration; Once more the cooling year kindles her heart; With a warm passage ...
To Jenny came a gentle youth From inland leazes lone; His love was fresh as apple-blooth By Parrett, Yeo, or ...
When Joe Dove took his elephants out on the road He made each one hold fast with his trunk To ...
NEAR to the silver Trent SIRENA dwelleth; She to whom Nature lent All that excelleth; By which the Muses late ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
The Boy from his bedroom-window Look'd over the little town, And away to the bleak black upland Under a clouded ...
LAMENT in rhyme, lament in prose, Wi' saut tears trickling down your nose; Our bardie's fate is at a close, ...
AS Mailie, an' her lambs thegither, Was ae day nibbling on the tether, Upon her cloot she coost a hitch, ...
WHILE new-ca'd kye rowte at the stake An' pownies reek in pleugh or braik, This hour on e'enin's edge I ...
WITH secret throes I marked that earth, That cottage, witness of my birth; And near I saw, bold issuing forth ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
I. WINTER IN NORTHUMBERLAND OUTSIDE the garden The wet skies harden; The gates are barred on The summer side: "Shut ...
I. Years upon years, as a course of clouds that thicken Thronging the ways of the wind that shifts and ...
Why run the crowd? What means the throng That rushes fast the streets along? Can Rhodes a prey to flames, ...
LOVE - what is love? A great and aching heart; Wrung hands; and silence; and a long despair. Life - ...
THE WARMTH of life is quenched with bitter frost; Upon the lonely road a child limps by Skirting the frozen ...
PART I O! nothing earthly save the ray (Thrown back from flowers) of Beauty's eye, As in those gardens where ...
Night is on the downland, on the lonely moorland, On the hills where the wind goes over sheep-bitten turf, Where ...
Sometimes in morning sunlights by the river Where in the early fall long grasses wave, Light winds from over the ...
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