The Hammers (Amy Lowell Poem)
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
I am the blossom pressed in a book, found again after two hundred years. . . . I am the ...
"Brother Square-Toes"--Rewards and Fairies. If you're off to Philadelphia in the morning, You mustn't take my stories for a guide. ...
When spring-time flushes the desert grass, Our kafilas wind through the Khyber Pass. Lean are the camels but fat the ...
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion ...
A slight rain comes, bathed in dawn light. I hear it among treetop leaves before mist Arrives. Soon it sprinkles ...
Love at the lips was touch As sweet as I could bear; And once that seemed too much; I lived ...
Marry, and love thy Flavia, for she Hath all things whereby others beautious be, For, though her eyes be small, ...
The sun goes down, and over all These barren reaches by the tide Such unelusive glories fall, I almost dream ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you ...
Lo! I lament. Fallen is the sixfold Star: Slain is Asar. O twinned with me in the womb of Night! ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Lo! I lament. Fallen is the sixfold Star: Slain is Asar. O twinned with me in the womb of Night! ...
CARRYING bouquet, and handkerchief, and gloves, Proud of her height as when she lived, she moves With all the careless ...
Nature is a temple where the living pillars Let go sometimes a blurred speech- A Forest of symbols passes through ...
From Brooklyn, over the Brooklyn Bridge, on this fine morning, please come flying. In a cloud of fiery pale chemicals, ...
He thinks her little feet should pass Where dandelions star thickly grass; Her hands should lift in sunlit air Sea-wind ...
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 ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
Your skin like dawn Mine like musk One paints the beginning of a certain end. The other, the end of ...
Down from the purple mist of trees on the mountain, lurching through forests of white spruce and cedar, stumbling through ...
Shut from the clamor of the street By an old wall with lichen grown, It holds apart from jar and ...
Come, let us to the sunways of the west, Hasten, while crystal dews the rose-cups fill, Let us dream dreams ...
Minstrel, what have you to do With this man that, after you, Sharing not your happy fate, Sat as England's ...
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