Sword Blades and Poppy Seed (Amy Lowell Poem)
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
I know a country laced with roads, They join the hills and they span the brooks, They weave like a ...
Why is that wanton gossip Fame So dumb about this man's affairs? Why do we titter at his name Who ...
SAY not the Poet dies! Though in the dust he lies, He cannot forfeit his melodious breath, Unsphered by envious ...
Have ye beheld (with much delight) A red rose peeping through a white? Or else a cherry (double graced) Within ...
Get up, get up for shame! the blooming morn Upon her wings presents the god unshorn. See how Aurora throws ...
A Pindaric Ode Awake, Aeolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A ...
When I am in New York, I like to drop around at night, To visit with my honest, genial friends, ...
A tortuous double iron track; a station here, a station there; A locomotive, tender, tanks; a coach with stiff reclining ...
Phoebus, arise! And paint the sable skies With azure, white, and red: Rouse Memnon's mother from her Tithon's bed That ...
In Ionia whence sprang old poets' fame, From whom that sea did first derive her name, The blessed bed whereon ...
June 22, 1611 THE SHALLOP ON HUDSON BAY One sail in sight upon the lonely sea And only one, God ...
The One who could repeat the Summer day -- Were greater than itself -- though He Minutest of Mankind should ...
Joy to have merited the Pain -- To merit the Release -- Joy to have perished every step -- To ...
As if I asked a common Alms, And in my wondering hand A Stranger pressed a Kingdom, And I, bewildered, ...
A Drop Fell on the Apple Tree -- Another -- on the Roof -- A Half a Dozen kissed the ...
ASK me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty's orient deep ...
Ask me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty's orient deep ...
Ask me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty's orient deep ...
Ask me no more where Jove bestows, When June is past, the fading rose; For in your beauty's orient deep ...
How bless'd Thy creature is, O God, When with a single eye, He views the lustre of Thy Word, The ...
The twentieth year is well nigh past Since first our sky was overcast;- Ah would that this might be the ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
FAIR the face of orient day, Fair the tints of op'ning rose; But fairer still my Delia dawns, More lovely ...
STREAMS that glide in orient plains, Never bound by Winter's chains; Glowing here on golden sands, There immix'd with foulest ...
Now do I know that Love is blind, for I Can see no beauty on this beauteous earth, No life, ...
HOW pleasant the banks of the clear winding Devon, With green spreading bushes and flow'rs blooming fair! But the boniest ...
SING on, sweet thrush, upon the leafless bough, Sing on, sweet bird, I listen to thy strain, See aged Winter, ...
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales. The Persons The ATTENDANT ...
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