La Ronde Du Diable (Amy Lowell Poems)
Here we go round the ivy-bush, And that's a tune we all dance to. Little poet people snatching ivy, Trying ...
Here we go round the ivy-bush, And that's a tune we all dance to. Little poet people snatching ivy, Trying ...
The dim sea glints chill. The white sun is shy,And the skeleton weeds and the never-dry,Rough, long grasses keep white ...
Grandmother says when I pass her the cake:"Just half of that, please."If I serve her the tenderest portion of steak:"Just ...
The old bush-whacker bowed his head,And mournfully he sighed and sighedLike one who has not tasted breadOr meat or beer ...
"I know I might have lived in such a wayAs to have suffered only pain:Loving not man nor dog;Not money, ...
1901 ". . . and will supply details to guard the Blood River Bridge." District Orders-Lines of Communication, South African ...
Full many a sinful notion Conceived of foreign powers Has come across the ocean To harm this land of ours; ...
A week before the Armistice, you died. They did not keep your heart like Livingstone's, then plant your bones near ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
Here at right of the entrance this bronze head, Human, superhuman, a bird's round eye, Everything else withered and mummy-dead. ...
Half close your eyelids, loosen your hair, And dream about the great and their pride; They have spoken against you ...
A crazy man that found a cup, When all but dead of thirst, Hardly dared to wet his mouth Imagining, ...
Well, Lizzie Anderson! seventeen men-and the baby hard to find a father for! What will the good Father in Heaven ...
The dim sea glints chill. The white sun is shy, And the skeleton weeds and the never-dry, Rough, long grasses ...
1. DREAMS I was an ice baby. I turned to sky blue. My tears became two glass beads. My mouth ...
Because my teeth are feebly few I cannot bolt my grub like you, But have to chew and chew and ...
DAYS of the dead men, Danny. Drum for the dead, drum on your remembering heart. Jaurès, a great love-heart of ...
To the Williamson Brothers HIGH noon. White sun flashes on the Michigan Avenue asphalt. Drum of hoofs and whirr of ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
Get out of my walled infinity Of the star circle round my heart Of my mouthful of sun Get out ...
I know I might have lived in such a way As to have suffered only pain: Loving not man nor ...
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