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 ...
When I came last to Ludlow Amidst the moonlight pale, Two friends kept step beside me, Two honest friends and ...
All winter your brute shoulders strained against collars, padding and steerhide over the ash hames, to haul sledges of cordwood ...
WILLIAM Dewy, Tranter Reuben, Farmer Ledlow late at plough, Robert's kin, and John's, and Ned's, And the Squire, and Lady ...
Hold hard, Ned! Lift me down once more, and lay me in the shade. Old man, you've had your work ...
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
The flag that hung half-mast today Seemed animate with being As if it knew for who it flew And will ...
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...
When my mother died I was very young, And my father sold me while yet my tongue, Could scarcely cry ...
There are sketches on the walls of men and women and ducks, and outside a large green bus swerves through ...
Apollo's wrath to man the dreadful spring Of ills innum'rous, tuneful goddess, sing! Thou who did'st first th' ideal pencil ...
For a Man is to be looked upon in that which he excells as on a prospect. For there be ...
As Rochefoucauld his maxims drew From nature, I believe 'em true: They argue no corrupted mind In him; the fault ...
Ah whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too ...
AH whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too ...
I was a Poet! But I did not know it, Neither did my Mother, Nor my Sister nor my Brother. ...
Oh, Mulligan's bar was the deuce of a place To drink, and to fight, and to gamble and race; The ...
Weary and listless, sad and slow, Without any conversation, Was a man that worked on The Overflow, The butt of ...
A Donkey, whose talent for burdens was wondrous, So much that you'd swear he rejoic'd in a load, One day ...
The tired cars go grumbling by, The moaning, groaning cars, And the old milk carts go rumbling by Under the ...
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