Thompson’s Lunch Room — Grand Central Station (Amy Lowell Poems)
Study in Whites Wax-white -- Floor, ceiling, walls. Ivory shadows Over the pavement Polished to cream surfaces By constant sweeping. ...
Study in Whites Wax-white -- Floor, ceiling, walls. Ivory shadows Over the pavement Polished to cream surfaces By constant sweeping. ...
It was a Maine lobster town- each morning boatloads of hands pushed off for granite quarries on the islands, and ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
From a drip, a torrent the consequences unseen in the choices we make the little changes in time using the ...
A discovery in the boxed memories forgotten history of childhood, adolescence, years gone by pearls in the oyster treasures in ...
Far from me and like the stars, the sea and all the trappings of poetic myth, Far from me but ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
Tweedledee said to Alice, "You like poetry-" "Ye-es, pretty well-some poetry," Alice said doubtfully. "What shall I repeat to her," ...
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook for Trout Fishing in America as if ...
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
Let Dew, house of Dew rejoice with Xanthenes a precious stone of an amber colour. Let Round, house of Round ...
Charming oysters I cry: My masters, come buy, So plump and so fresh, So sweet is their flesh, No Colchester ...
THE SEA is large. The sea hold on a leg of land in the Chesapeake hugs an early sunset and ...
THIS girl was sweeter than the song of swans, And daintier than the lamb upon the lawns Or Curine oyster. ...
NEW neighbors came to the corner house at Congress and Green streets. The look of their clean white curtains was ...
'Perspective betrays with its dichotomy: train tracks always meet, not here, but only in the impossible mind's eye; horizons beat ...
Some singers sing of ladies' eyes, And some of ladies lips, Refined ones praise their ladylike ways, And course ones ...
She is effulgent in the dark halls of town. She is listening but they are hearing. Her skin is blistering ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
This institution, perhaps one should say enterprise out of respect for which one says one need not change one's mind ...
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