The Cross-Roads (Amy Lowell Poem)
A bullet through his heart at dawn. On the table a letter signed with a woman's name. A wind that ...
A bullet through his heart at dawn. On the table a letter signed with a woman's name. A wind that ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
Slipping softly through the sky Little horned, happy moon, Can you hear me up so high? Will you come down ...
"As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman; Though she bends him, she obeys him, ...
Out of childhood into manhood Now had grown my Hiawatha, Skilled in all the craft of hunters, Learned in all ...
X. Hiawatha's Wooing "As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman, Though she bends him, ...
Many the wonders I this day have seen: The sun, when first he kissed away the tears That filled the ...
I remember, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at ...
I Remember, I Remember I remember, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun ...
I have been reading Pomfret's "Choice" this spring, A pretty kind of--sort of--kind of thing, Not much a verse, and ...
Night hath no wings to him that cannot sleep; And Time seems then not for to fly, but creep; Slowly ...
Come, come away Or let me go; Must I here stay Because you're slow, And will continue so; --Troth, lady, ...
Have ye beheld (with much delight) A red rose peeping through a white? Or else a cherry (double graced) Within ...
Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter, And from the orchard a voice echoes and ...
Whenas ye plaisaunt Aperille shoures have washed and purged awaye Ye poysons and ye rheums of earth to make a ...
I WALKED down alone Sunday after church To the place where John has been cutting trees To see for myself ...
The brain - the brush here celebrate that long red stain seeping the universe . Was not the chink of ...
A blackbird lands A good beer-barrel A man sits in a cave knitting A theatre in Copenhagen Abask the sea-wall ...
I am that hawk of gold Proud in adamantine poise On the pillars of torqoise, See,beyond ...
I am that hawk of gold Proud in adamantine poise On the pillars of torqoise, See,beyond ...
The first seen in the season Nitens et roboris expers Turget et insolida est: et spe delectat. - Ovid, Metam. ...
Of late, in one of those most weary hours, When life seems emptied of all genial powers, A dready ...
Late, late yestreen I saw the new Moon, With the old Moon in her arms ; And I fear, I ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
Amy Margaret's five years old, Amy Margaret's hair is gold, Dearer twenty-thousand-fold Than gold, is Amy Margaret. "Amy" is friend, ...
My dearest Frank, I wish you joy Of Mary's safety with a Boy, Whose birth has given little pain Compared ...
FROM those drear solitudes and frowsy cells, Where Infamy with sad Repentance dwells; Where turnkeys make the jealous portal fast, ...
UPON that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans 2 dance, Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, On sprightly ...
While at her bedroom window once, Learning her task for school, Little Louisa lonely sat In the morning clear and ...
Oh the green glimmer of apples in the orchard, Lamps in a wash of rain! Oh the wet walk of ...
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