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 ...
On the Mountains of the Prairie, On the great Red Pipe-stone Quarry, Gitche Manito, the mighty, He the Master of ...
Cherry-ripe: dark sweet burlats, scarlet reverchons firm-fleshed and tart in the mouth bigarreaux, peach-and-white napoléons as the harvest moves north ...
Summer ends now; now, barbarous in beauty, the stooks arise Around; up above, what wind-walks! what lovely behaviour Of silk-sack ...
The church flings forth a battled shade Over the moon-blanched sward: The church; my gift; whereto I paid My all ...
When a man starts out with nothing, When a man starts out with his hands Empty, but clean, When a ...
and the willing clay shall be moulded into the Potter's desire the willing clay, joyfully changing, conformed to the touch ...
Whangaehu waters, hot-spilled from the cauldron of Crater Lake, swirling mud-green from the cup between Tahurangi and Pyramid Peak, sulphurous, ...
TO the assembled folk At great St. Kavin's spoke Young Brother Amiel on Christmas Eve; I give you joy, my ...
The mighty sound of forests murmuring In answer to the dread command; The stars that shudder when their king extends ...
The mighty sound of forests murmuring In answer to the dread command; The stars that shudder when their king extends ...
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
"As certain also of your own poets have said"-- (Acts 17.28) Cleon the poet (from the sprinkled isles, Lily on ...
I Ah, did you once see Shelley plain, And did he stop and speak to you? And did you speak ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
1. But Los saw the Female & pitied He embrac'd her, she wept, she refus'd In perverse and cruel delight ...
Swift as a spirit hastening to his task Of glory & of good, the Sun sprang forth Rejoicing in his ...
ITS edges foamed with amethyst and rose, Withers once more the old blue flower of day: There where the ether ...
HE bent above: so still her breath What air she breathed he could not say, Whether in worlds of life ...
My little Son, who look'd from thoughtful eyes And moved and spoke in quiet grown-up wise, Having my law the ...
This, then, is she, My mother as she looked at seventeen, When she first met my father. Young incredibly, Younger ...
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