Malmaison (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
Once I am sure there's nothing going on I step inside, letting the door thud shut. Another church: matting, seats, ...
(Quevedo, Mire los muros de la partia mia and Buscas en Roma a Roma, (!)O peregrino!) I I saw the ...
From me, my Dear, O seek not to receive What e'en deep-read Experience cannot give. We may, indeed, from the ...
Behind the cabin, age and mothballs a smell I will not forget of a cabin, a retreat, of another time ...
Freshly tilled soil, rot on the forest floor chocolate bubbling on the stove Gardenias, violets, garlic breath Sulphur of the ...
Who was Jesus, what did the crowd say what did the authorities believe and what about his followers, the disciples ...
When I am in New York, I like to drop around at night, To visit with my honest, genial friends, ...
Though care and strife Elsewhere be rife, Upon my word I do not heed 'em; In bed I lie With ...
Old King Cole Was a merry old soul And a merry old soul was he He called for his pipe ...
I have been so great a lover: filled my days So proudly with the splendour of Love's praise, The pain, ...
(For D. M. C.) The little man with the vague beard and guise Pulled at the wicket. "Come inside!" he ...
I turn the page and read: "I dream of silent verses where the rhyme Glides noiseless as an oar." The ...
The first of the undecoded messages read: "Popeye sits in thunder, Unthought of. From that shoebox of an apartment, From ...
I GAT your letter, winsome Willie; Wi' gratefu' heart I thank you brawlie; Tho' I maun say't, I wad be ...
There seemed a smell of autumn in the air At the bleak end of night; he shivered there In a ...
I DRANK musty ale at the Illinois Athletic Club with the millionaire manufacturer of Green River butter one night And ...
"HERE POPE FIRST SUNG!" O, hallow'd Tree ! Such is the boast thy bark displays; Thy branches, like thy Patron's ...
The days will rally, wreathing Their crazy tarantelle; And you must go on breathing, But I'll be safe in hell. ...
When I was bold, when I was bold- And that's a hundred years!- Oh, never I thought my breast could ...
We were a tribe, a family, a people. Wallace and Bruce guard now a painted field, And all may read ...
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