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 ...
My Grandpapa lives in a wonderful house With a great many windows and doors, There are stairs that go up, ...
How pleasant to know Mr. Lear, Who has written such volumes of stuff. Some think him ill-tempered and queer, But ...
Angelic minds, they say, by simple intelligence Behold the Forms of nature. They discern Unerringly the Archtypes, all the verities ...
When the caravans of wool-teams climbed the ranges from the West, On a spur among the mountains stood `The Bullock-drivers' ...
From Woolwich and Brentford and Stamford Hill, from Richmond into the Strand, Oh, the Cockney soul is a silent soul ...
Welcome dear feast of Lent: who loves not thee, He loves not Temperance, or Authority, But is compos'd of passion. ...
Till I shall come again, let this suffice, I send my salt, my sacrifice To thee, thy lady, younglings, and ...
Lord, Thou hast given me a cell Wherein to dwell; An little house, whose humble roof Is weather-proof; Under the ...
The piper coming from far away is you With a whitewash brush for a sporran Wobbling round you, a kitchen ...
When the wasting embers redden the chimney-breast, And Life's bare pathway looms like a desert track to me, And from ...
FAIN had I to-day surprised my mistress, But soon found I that her door was fasten'd. Yet I had the ...
A FEAST was in a village spread,-- It was a wedding-day, they said. The parlour of the inn I found, ...
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
He saw her from the bottom of the stairs Before she saw him. She was starting down, Looking back over ...
Old Deuteronomy's lived a long time; He's a Cat who has lived many lives in succession. He was famous in ...
The ladye she stood at her lattice high, Wi' her doggie at her feet; Thorough the lattice she can spy ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
In summer's mellow midnight, A cloudless moon shone through Our open parlour window, And rose-trees wet with dew. I sat ...
Thin as a sheet his mother came to him during the screaming evenings after he did it, touched F.J.'s dead ...
THIS 1 wot ye all whom it concerns, I, Rhymer Robin, alias Burns, October twenty-third, A ne'er-to-be-forgotten day, Sae far ...
There was a rich old gentleman Lived on a lonely moor in Switzerland, And he was very hard to the ...
In a little town in Devonshire, in the mellow September moonlight, A gentleman passing along a street saw a pitiful ...
When thin-strewn memory I look through, I see most clearly poor Miss Loo, Her tabby cat, her cage of birds, ...
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