Roads (Amy Lowell Poem)
I know a country laced with roads, They join the hills and they span the brooks, They weave like a ...
I know a country laced with roads, They join the hills and they span the brooks, They weave like a ...
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis, Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies. Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi. "O C?sar, we who are ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
Oh, very gloomy is the house of woe, Where tears are falling while the bell is knelling, With all the ...
There is May in books forever; May will part from Spenser never; May's in Milton, May's in Prior, May's in ...
The day is turning ghost, And scuttles from the kalendar in fits and furtively, To join the anonymous host Of ...
We two kept house, the Past and I, The Past and I; I tended while it hovered nigh, Leaving me ...
O fountain of Bandusia, Whence crystal waters flow, With garlands gay and wine I'll pay The sacrifice I owe; A ...
My walls outside must have some flowers, My walls within must have some books; A house that's small; a garden ...
IN HOLLAND The laggard winter ebbed so slow With freezing rain and melting snow, It seemed as if the earth ...
All these my banners be. I sow my pageantry In May -- It rises train by train -- Then sleeps ...
My River runs to thee -- Blue Sea! Wilt welcome me? My River wait reply -- Oh Sea -- look ...
Thus heav'nward all things tend. For all were once Perfect, and all must be at length restor'd. So God has ...
A poet's cat, sedate and grave As poet well could wish to have, Was much addicted to inquire For nooks ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
The meter I had sought to find, perplexed, was ripped from books of "verse" that read like prose. I found ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
The vast and solemn company of clouds Around the Sun's death, lit, incarnadined, Cool into ashy wan; as Night enshrouds ...
Summer fading, winter comes-- Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs, Window robins, winter rooks, And the picture story-books. Water now is turned ...
When I am safely laid away, Out of work and out of play, Sheltered by the kindly ground From the ...
All ye tourists who wish to be away From the crowded city for a brief holiday; The town of Nairn ...
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