Pickthorn Manor (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
Love, we must part now: do not let it be Calamitious and bitter. In the past There has been too ...
I am poor and old and blind; The sun burns me, and the wind Blows through the city gate And ...
In the valley of the Pegnitz, where across broad meadow-lands Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands. Quaint ...
WHEN you paced forth, to wait maternity, A dream of other offspring held my mind, Compounded of us twain as ...
THE sun had wheeled from Grey's to Dammer's Crest, And still I mused on that Thing imminent: At length I ...
Where once we danced, where once we sang, Gentlemen, The floors are sunken, cobwebs hang, And cracks creep; worms have ...
She was a little late for the service, for the wedding lucky for me, we were already wed This day ...
The south-wind brings Life, sunshine, and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire, But over the dead ...
When the frosty kiss of Autumn in the dark Makes its mark On the flowers, and the misty morning grieves ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
The Landing "Just the place for a Snark!" the Bellman cried, As he landed his crew with care; Supporting each ...
Blow, blow your trumpets till they crack, Ye little men of little souls! And bid them huddle at your back ...
I There was an ancient City, stricken down With a strange frenzy, and for many a day They paced from ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
I What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest, or ...
MY lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish ...
she's young, she said, but look at me, I have pretty ankles, and look at my wrists, I have pretty ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
The east wind blows in the street to-day; The sky is blue, yet the town looks grey. 'Tis the wind ...
(AN ECHO FROM A LARGER LYRE.) That was love that I had before Years ago, when my heart was young; ...
(In Memoriam.) They trod the streets and squares where now I tread, With weary hearts, a little while ago; When, ...
Another armored animal--scale lapping scale with spruce-cone regularity until they form the uninterrupted central tail-row! This near artichoke with head ...
I. O Age that half believ'st thou half believ'st, Half doubt'st the substance of thine own half doubt, And, half ...
What time I paced, at pleasant morn, A deep and dewy wood, I heard a mellow hunting-horn Make dim report ...
A Story of Christmas Eve. Strange that the termagant winds should scold The Christmas Eve so bitterly! But Wife, and ...
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