An Interview With Miles Standish (James Russell Lowell Poems)
I sat one evening in my room, In that sweet hour of twilightWhen blended thoughts, half light, half gloom, Throng through the ...
I sat one evening in my room, In that sweet hour of twilightWhen blended thoughts, half light, half gloom, Throng through the ...
Midas, we are in story told,Turn'd every thing he touch'd to gold:He chipp'd his bread; the pieces roundGlitter'd like spangles ...
Here is the doctor, an abstracted lover,dressed as a virgin, coming to keep the tryst.The patient was early; she is ...
He has notions of Australia from the tales that he's been told-Land of leggings and revolvers, land of savages and ...
The carnival is over. The high tents,the palaces of light, are folded flatand trucked away. A three-time loser yanksthe Wheel ...
Lemon peels,a taste of cinnamon,wine from the Balkans, all now drained.And the morning just so clean, thatfree of anygod, human, ...
PERSONS REPRESENTED. Sir Pierce Thorne, a wealthy brewer. Mr. Murdock, a banker. Mostyn Wynne, the dispossessed heir of Wynhavod. Norman, ...
Proemion.Immeasurable Earth!Through the loud vast and populacy of Heaven,Tempested with gold schools of ponderous orbs,That cleav'st with deep-revolting harmoniesPassage perpetual, ...
I.Faith, there's a hantle queer complaintsTo cheenge puir sinners into saints,An' mony divers ways o' deein'That doctors hae a chance ...
I'm home plenty early, I reckon—It's too soon to start cookin' grub,So before I begin with my bakin'I'll take me ...
Other hosses takes an interest in a colt that's young and small.The way they act you'd think they'd never seen ...
what if a much of a which of a windgives the truth to summer's lie;bloodies with dizzying leaves the sunand ...
I -wake and find myself in love:And this one time I do not doubt.I only fear, and wander outTo hold ...
Cross-ribboned shoes; a muslin gown, High-waisted, girdled with bright blue; A straw poke bonnet which hid the frown She pluckered ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
When stretch'd on one's bed With a fierce-throbbing head, Which preculdes alike thought or repose, How little one cares For ...
KILMARNOCK wabsters, fidge an' claw, An' pour your creeshie nations; An' ye wha leather rax an' draw, Of a' denominations; ...
Schizophrenic, wrenched by two styles, one a hack's hired prose, I earn me exile. I trudge this sickle, moonlit beach ...
You bring me good news from the clinic, Whipping off your silk scarf, exhibiting the tight white Mummy-cloths, smiling: I'm ...
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