Francis II, King of Naples (Amy Lowell Poem)
Written after reading Trevelyan's "Garibaldi and the making of Italy" Poor foolish monarch, vacillating, vain, Decaying victim of a race ...
Written after reading Trevelyan's "Garibaldi and the making of Italy" Poor foolish monarch, vacillating, vain, Decaying victim of a race ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
White handkerchiefs wave from the short black pier As we glide to the grand old sea -- But the song ...
We were taken from the ore-bed and the mine, We were melted in the furnace and the pit-- We were ...
Eyes of grey -- a sodden quay, Driving rain and falling tears, As the steamer wears to sea In a ...
1896 They christened my brother of old-- And a saintly name he bears-- They gave him his place to hold ...
There was a row in Silver Street that's near to Dublin Quay, Between an Irish regiment an' English cavalree; It ...
You can see it already: chalks and ochers; Country crossed with a thousand furrow-lines; Ground-level rooftops hidden by the shrubbery; ...
"The quay recedes. Hurrah! Ahead we go! . . . It's true I've been accustomed now to home, And joints ...
Albert were what you'd call "thwarted". He had long had an ambition, which... Were to save up and go to ...
TWELVE o'clock. Along the reaches of the street Held in a lunar synthesis, Whispering lunar incantations Dissolve the floors of ...
I knew that James Whistler was part of the Paris scene, but I was still surprised when I found the ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
'The Bull, the Fleece are cramm'd, and not a room For love or money. Let us picnic there At Audley ...
The bows glided down, and the coast Blackened with birds took a last look At his thrashing hair and whale-blue ...
A Wintertide we had been wed When Jan went off to sea; And now the laurel rose is red And ...
Hurrah! I'm off to Finistere, to Finistere, to Finistere; My satchel's swinging on my back, my staff is in my ...
The Scorcher and the Howling Swell were riding through the land; They wept like anything to see the hills on ...
I left the course, and by my side There walked a ruined tout -- A hungry creature, evil-eyed, Who poured ...
Did you ever hear tell of Chili? I was readin' the other day Of President Balmaceda and of how he ...
The Loch Achray was a clipper tall With seven-and-twenty hands in all. Twenty to hand and reef and haul, A ...
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