The Coal Picker (Amy Lowell Poem)
He perches in the slime, inert, Bedaubed with iridescent dirt. The oil upon the puddles dries To colours like a ...
He perches in the slime, inert, Bedaubed with iridescent dirt. The oil upon the puddles dries To colours like a ...
I On the Coast of Coromandel Where the early pumpkins blow, In the middle of the woods Lived the Yonghy-Bonghy-B?. ...
Tree, tree dry and green. The girl with the pretty face is out picking olives. The wind, playboy of towers, ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
O gather me the rose, the rose, While yet in flower we find it, For summer smiles, but summer goes, ...
I ENCHANTER of Erin, whose magic has bound us, Thy wand for one moment we fondly would claim, Entranced while ...
Go, happy Rose, and interwove With other flowers, bind my Love. Tell her, too, she must not be Longer flowing, ...
About the sweet bag of a bee Two cupids fell at odds, And whose the pretty prize should be They ...
Somewhere afield here something lies In Earth's oblivious eyeless trust That moved a poet to prophecies - A pinch of ...
IN search of prey once raised his pinions An eaglet; A huntsman's arrow came, and reft His right wing of ...
Spring Come, my beloved; let us walk amidst the knolls, For the snow is water, and Life is alive from ...
Part One - The Calling Let me sleep, for my soul is intoxicated with love and Let me rest, for ...
Leave me, my blamer, For the sake of the love Which unites your soul with That of your beloved one; ...
Then said a rich man, "Speak to us of Giving." And he answered: You give but little when you give ...
Fair Youth! who wish the Wars may cease, We own you better form'd for Peace. Nor Pallas you, nor Mars ...
In Ionia whence sprang old poets' fame, From whom that sea did first derive her name, The blessed bed whereon ...
THREE summers have gone since the first time we met, love, And still 'tis in vain that I ask thee ...
I thirst, but not as once I did, The vain delights of earth to share; Thy wounds, Emmanuel, all forbid ...
"Me too, perchance, in future days, The sculptured stone shall show, With Paphian myrtle or with bays Parnassian on my ...
England, with all thy faults, I love thee still-- My country! and, while yet a nook is left Where English ...
My pensive SARA ! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is To sit beside ...
(Composed at Clevedon, Somersetshire) My pensive Sara! thy soft cheek reclined Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
The roses of Love glad the garden of life, Though nurtur'd 'mid weeds dropping pestilent dew, Till Time crops the ...
Oh, talk not to me of a name great in story; The days of our youth are the days of ...
An Old Story I It was roses, roses, all the way, With myrtle mixed in my path like mad. The ...
THEIR groves o' sweet myrtle let Foreign Lands reckon, Where bright-beaming summers exalt the perfume; Far dearer to me yon ...
LEAVE me a little while alone, Here at his grave that still is strown With crumbling flower and wreath; The ...
1 Ever musing I delight to tread The Paths of honour and the Myrtle Grove Whilst the pale Moon her ...
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