The Little Garden (Amy Lowell Poem)
A little garden on a bleak hillside Where deep the heavy, dazzling mountain snow Lies far into the spring. The ...
A little garden on a bleak hillside Where deep the heavy, dazzling mountain snow Lies far into the spring. The ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
When the summer fields are mown, When the birds are fledged and flown, And the dry leaves strew the path; ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
O soft embalmer of the still midnight, Shutting, with careful fingers and benign, Our gloom-pleas'd eyes, embower'd from the light, ...
The extraordinary patience of things! This beautiful place defaced with a crop of surburban houses- How beautiful when we first ...
At this particular time I have no one Particular person to grieve for, though there must Be many, many unknown ...
I sat all morning in the college sick bay Counting bells knelling classes to a close. At two o'clock our ...
When I get to be a composer I'm gonna write me some music about Daybreak in Alabama And I'm gonna ...
I've watched the Seasons passing slow, so slow, In the fields between La Bass?e and Bethune; Primroses and the first ...
August 6, 1916.-Officer previously reported died of wounds, now reported wounded: Graves, Captain R., Royal Welch Fusiliers.) .but I was ...
In the whole garden like screens of green plane of green rising into the morning sun a single poppy more ...
When such a day, blesst the Arcadian plaine, Warm without Sun, and shady without rain, Fann'd by an air, that ...
I cannot spare water or wine, Tobacco-leaf, or poppy, or rose; From the earth-poles to the Line, All between that ...
Death, be not proud, though some have callèd thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those whom ...
It was a quiet seeming Day -- There was no harm in earth or sky -- Till with the closing ...
Every time I laugh aloud, who springs to mind but Johnnie Howard? Cathartic laughter eases stress which Johnnie causes in ...
Autunm eats its leaf out of my hand: we are friends. From the nuts we shell time and we teach ...
Just now the lilac is in bloom, All before my little room; And in my flower-beds, I think, Smile the ...
1 O! Solitude, my sweetest choice Places devoted to the night, Remote from tumult, and from noise, How you my ...
Lady of rich allure, Queen of the spring's embrace, Your arms are long like boughs of ash, Mid laugh-broken streams, ...
For one, the amaryllis and the rose; The poppy, sweet as never lilies are; The ripen'd vine, that beckons as ...
How pleasant to sit on the beach, On the beach, on the sand, in the sun, With ocean galore within ...
Desine, Paulle, meum lacrimis urgere sepulcrum: nempe tuas lacrimas litora surda bibent. Propertius, IV.11 Don't cry for me, for only ...
From the metal poppy this good blast of trance arriving as shock, private cloudburst blazing down, worst in a boarding-house ...
Lo! a ripe sheaf of many golden days Gleaned by the year in autumn's harvest ways, With here and there, ...
You whom I could not save Listen to me. Try to understand this simple speech as I would be ashamed ...
Green fingers holding the hillside, mustard whipping in the sea winds, one blood-bright poppy breathing in and out. The odor ...
[This is the hymn to Eleanor, daughter of Mab and a golden drone, sung by the Locust choir when the ...
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