The Foreigner (Amy Lowell Poem)
Have at you, you Devils! My back's to this tree, For you're nothing so nice That the hind-side of me ...
Have at you, you Devils! My back's to this tree, For you're nothing so nice That the hind-side of me ...
When the caravans of wool-teams climbed the ranges from the West, On a spur among the mountains stood `The Bullock-drivers' ...
A day of seeming innocence, A glorious sun and sky, And, just above my picket fence, Black Bonnet passing by. ...
Tamed by Miltown, we lie on Mother's bed; the rising sun in war paint dyes us red; in broad daylight ...
DEVEREUX FARM, NEAR MARBLEHEAD. We sat within the farm-house old, Whose windows, looking o'er the bay, Gave to the sea-breeze ...
Welcome, my old friend, Welcome to a foreign fireside, While the sullen gales of autumn Shake the windows. The ungrateful ...
L'eternite est une pendule, dont le balancier dit et redit sans cesse ces deux mots seulement dans le silence des ...
Because she wants to touch him, she moves away. Because she wants to talk to him, she keeps silent. Because ...
1 I carved your name on my watchband with my fingernail. Where I am, you know, I don't have a ...
Crossing the frontier they were stopped in time, Told, quite politely, they would have to wait: Passports in order, nothing ...
He often would ask us That, when he died, After playing so many To their last rest, If out of ...
Gettin' together to smile an' rejoice, An' eatin' an' laughin' with folks of your choice; An' kissin' the girls an' ...
The great sun sinks behind the town Through a red mist of Volnay wine.... But what's the use of setting ...
There's a dear little home in Good-Children street - My heart turneth fondly to-day Where tinkle of tongues and patter ...
`You know Orion always comes up sideways. Throwing a leg up over our fence of mountains, And rising on his ...
I didn't make you know how glad I was To have you come and camp here on our land. I ...
A house that lacks, seemingly, mistress and master, With doors that none but the wind ever closes, Its floor all ...
I'll tell you an old-fashioned story That Grandfather used to relate, Of a joiner and building contractor; 'Is name, it ...
On his "Book of Joyous Children" Yours is a garden of old-fashioned flowers; Joyous children delight to play there; Weary ...
Dear to my heart are the ancestral dwellings of America, Dearer than if they were haunted by ghosts of royal ...
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her ...
There are songs for the morning and songs for the night, For sunrise and sunset, the stars and the moon; ...
Luck is not chance -- It's Toil -- Fortune's expensive smile Is earned -- The Father of the Mine Is ...
Eden is that old-fashioned House We dwell in every day Without suspecting our abode Until we drive away. How fair ...
"OH, when I was a little Ghost, A merry time had we! Each seated on his favourite post, We chumped ...
Strange, is it not? She was making her garden, Planting the old-fashioned flowers that day- Bleeding-hearts tender and bachelors-buttons- Spreading ...
by God, I don't know what to do. they're so nice to have around. they have a way of playing ...
No soft-skinned Durham steers are they, No Devons plump and red, But brindled, black and iron-grey That mark the mountain-bred; ...
What! you don't like him; well, maybe -- we all have our fancies, of course: Brumby to look at, you ...
To E.M.S. Here, where your garden fenced about and still is, Here, where the unmoved summer air is sweet With ...
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