Apology (Amy Lowell Poem)
Be not angry with me that I bear Your colours everywhere, All through each crowded street, And meet The wonder-light ...
Be not angry with me that I bear Your colours everywhere, All through each crowded street, And meet The wonder-light ...
Bath The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air. The ...
i take my property with me says the snail slow-moving (yes) but packed with sublime thought the house upon its ...
We must proclaim Jesus the Lamb of God the one foretold ancient, eternal prophesied in scripture proclaimed in the wilderness ...
Fragrant oil, filled the room, at its pouring spilling out, expensive and rare, falling on the feet the dusty feet, ...
Like Brooms of Steel The Snow and Wind Had swept the Winter Street -- The House was hooked The Sun ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
WHEN Nature her great master-piece design'd, And fram'd her last, best work, the human mind, Her eye intent on all ...
Doleful was the land, Dull on, every side, Neither soft n'or grand, Barren, bleak, and wide; Nothing look'd with love; ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
O ME! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; Of the endless trains of the faithless-of cities fill'd with ...
Within the circuit of this plodding life There enter moments of an azure hue, Untarnished fair as is the violet ...
Ye in the age gone by, Who ruled the world--a world how lovely then!-- And guided still the steps of ...
The admirable number pi: three point one four one. All the following digits are also just a start, five nine ...
A wrinkled crabbed man they picture thee, Old Winter, with a rugged beard as grey As the long moss upon ...
There's a race of men that don't fit in, A race that can't stay still; So they break the hearts ...
Birds all the summer day Flutter and quarrel Here in the arbour-like Tent of the laurel. Here in the fork ...
I Said the Watcher by the Way To the young and the unladen, To the boy and to the maiden, ...
"HERE POPE FIRST SUNG!" O, hallow'd Tree ! Such is the boast thy bark displays; Thy branches, like thy Patron's ...
Oh, the weary, weary journey on the trek, day after day, With sun above and silent veldt below; And our ...
Oh the airman's game is a showman's game, for we all of us watch him go With his roaring soaring ...
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