In a Castle (Amy Lowell Poem)
I Over the yawning chimney hangs the fog. Drip -- hiss -- drip -- hiss -- fall the raindrops on ...
I Over the yawning chimney hangs the fog. Drip -- hiss -- drip -- hiss -- fall the raindrops on ...
I pace the sounding sea-beach and behold How the voluminous billows roll and run, Upheaving and subsiding, while the sun ...
Forth upon the Gitche Gumee, On the shining Big-Sea-Water, With his fishing-line of cedar, Of the twisted bark of cedar, ...
Far and wide among the nations Spread the name and fame of Kwasind; No man dared to strive with Kwasind, ...
The rainy Pleiads wester, Orion plunges prone, The stroke of midnight ceases And I lie down alone. The rainy Pleiads ...
THROUGH my north window, in the wintry weather,-- My airy oriel on the river shore,-- I watch the sea-fowl as ...
to the memory of my friend SI-YA-U, whose head was cut off in Shanghai A CLAIM Renowned Leonardo's world-famous "La ...
it's 1962 March 28th I'm sitting by the window on the Prague-Berlin train night is falling I never knew I ...
all is still on this starless night the mountain waits quiescent as a cat smoothing crag and chasm to a ...
The monster has escaped from the dungeon where he was kept by the Baron, who made him with knobs sticking ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
Nothing will hold him longer-let him go; Let him go down where others have gone down; Little he cares whether ...
I saw the sun step like a gentleman Dressed in black and proud as sin. I saw the sun walk ...
SWIFT o'er the bounding deep the VESSEL glides, Its streamers flutt'ring in the summer gales, The lofty mast the breezy ...
Sunlight streams on the river stones. From high above, the river steadily plunges-- three thousand feet of sparkling water-- the ...
Dear Dick, how e'er it comes into his head, Believes, as firmly as he ...
His vision, from the constantly passing bars, has grown so weary that it cannot hold anything else. It seems to ...
Water in the millrace, through a sluice of stone, plunges headlong into that black pond where, absurd and out-of-season, a ...
Out in the grey cheerless chill of the morning light, Out on the track where the night shades still lurk, ...
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares ...
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