The Pleiades (Amy Lowell Poem)
By day you cannot see the sky For it is up so very high. You look and look, but it's ...
By day you cannot see the sky For it is up so very high. You look and look, but it's ...
I saw, as in a dream sublime, The balance in the hand of Time. O'er East and West its beam ...
The old woman made mint Candy for the children Who'd bolt through her front door, Silhouettes of the great blue ...
(Mobile Columns of the Boer War) Out o' the wilderness, dusty an' dry (Time, an' 'igh time to be trekkin' ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
If you should look for this place after a handful of lifetimes: Perhaps of my planted forest a few May ...
The rainy Pleiads wester, Orion plunges prone, The stroke of midnight ceases And I lie down alone. The rainy Pleiads ...
`You know Orion always comes up sideways. Throwing a leg up over our fence of mountains, And rising on his ...
From where I lingered in a lull in march outside the sugar-house one night for choice, I called the fireman ...
APENECK SWEENEY spreads his knees Letting his arms hang down to laugh, The zebra stripes along his jaw Swelling to ...
Stars wheel in purple, yours is not so rare as Hesperus, nor yet so great a star as bright Aldeboran ...
Follow wise Orion Till you waste your Eye -- Dazzlingly decamping He is just as high -- (Emily Dickinson)
I The rutted roads are all like iron; skies Are keen and brilliant; only the oak-leaves cling In the bare ...
O constellations of the early night, That sparkled brighter as the twilight died, And made the darkness glorious! I have ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
Beloved, let us once more praise the rain. Let us discover some new alphabet, For this, the often praised; and ...
To Jena Woodhouse This way of minutes miserably mixed With their own blinks misunderstood By birds and trees, this eye-born ...
'Twas on the 18th of August in the year of 1798, That Nelson saw with inexpressible delight The City of ...
The abode of the nightingale is bare, Flowered frost congeals in the gelid air, The fox howls from his frozen ...
Fanaticism?No.Writing is exciting and baseball is like writing. You can never tell with either how it will go or what ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
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