The Bombardment (Amy Lowell Poem)
Slowly, without force, the rain drops into the city. It stops a moment on the carved head of Saint John, ...
Slowly, without force, the rain drops into the city. It stops a moment on the carved head of Saint John, ...
I Over the yawning chimney hangs the fog. Drip -- hiss -- drip -- hiss -- fall the raindrops on ...
Bath The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air. The ...
(For Warren Winslow, Dead At Sea) Let man have dominion over the fishes of the sea and the fowls of ...
To the legion of the lost ones, to the cohort of the damned, To my brethren in their sorrow overseas, ...
The 'eathen in 'is blindness bows down to wood an' stone; 'E don't obey no orders unless they is 'is ...
When the flush of a new-born sun fell first on Eden's green and gold, Our father Adam sat under the ...
now pay attention (said the teacher) and look up here the children looked up this is william shakespeare four centuries ...
though there's not much faith left and very little snow this scene of wimborne minster still makes its christmas show ...
Lolotte, who attires my hair, Lost her lover. Lolotte weeps; Trails her hand before her eyes; Hangs her head and ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
See her come bearing down, a tidy craft! Gaily her topsails bulge, her sidelights burn! There's jigging in her rigging ...
AE day, as Death, that gruesome carl, Was driving to the tither warl' A mixtie-maxtie motley squad, And mony a ...
MAKE war songs out of these; Make chants that repeat and weave. Make rhythms up to the ragtime chatter of ...
IN the cool of the night time The clocks pick off the points And the mainsprings loosen. They will need ...
He opens the scullery door, and a sudden rush of wind, as raw as raw, brushes past him as he ...
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales. The Persons The ATTENDANT ...
The pine-trees bend to listen to the autumn wind as it mutters Something which sets the black poplars ashake with ...
We are happy all the time Even when we fight: Sweet briars of the stairways, Gay fairies of the grime; ...
In the South lies a lonesome, hungry Land; He huddles his rags with a cripple's hand; He mutters, prone on ...
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