Pickthorn Manor (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
Southward with fleet of ice Sailed the corsair Death; Wild and gast blew the blast, And the east-wind was his ...
Up attic, Lucas Harrison, God rest his frugal bones, once kept a tidy account by knifecut of some long-gone harvest. ...
God gave all men all earth to love, But, since our hearts are small Ordained for each one spot should ...
All winter the fire devoured everything -- tear-stained elegies, old letters, diaries, dead flowers. When April finally arrived, I opened ...
"Farewell to barn and stack and tree, Farewell to Severn shore. Terence, look your last at me, For I come ...
All winter your brute shoulders strained against collars, padding and steerhide over the ash hames, to haul sledges of cordwood ...
If ye will with Mab find grace, Set each platter in his place; Rake the fire up, and get Water ...
The day is turning ghost, And scuttles from the kalendar in fits and furtively, To join the anonymous host Of ...
Pet was never mourned as you, Purrer of the spotless hue, Plumy tail, and wistful gaze While you humoured our ...
I came with the rising sun and I've brought nothing but two eyes, all I have, simply two eyes, for ...
PAGE. WHERE goest thou? Where? Miller's daughter so fair! Thy name, pray?-- MILLER'S DAUGHTER. 'Tis Lizzy. PAGE. Where goest thou? ...
There were three in the meadow by the brook Gathering up windrows, piling cocks of hay, With an eye always ...
I'm going out to clean the pasture spring; I'll only stop to rake the leaves away (And wait to watch ...
I was a 20 year old unemployed receptionist with dyed orange dreadlocks sprouting out of my skull. I needed a ...
Gus is the Cat at the Theatre Door. His name, as I ought to have told you before, Is really ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
How sweet and pleasant grows the way Through summer time again While Landrails call from day to day Amid the ...
Bells are booming down the bohreens, White the mist along the grass, Now the Julias, Maeves and Maureens Move between ...
I have braved, for want of wild beasts, steel cages, carved my term and nickname on bunks and rafters, lived ...
I'm scared a lonely. Never see my son, easy be not to see anyone, combers out to sea know they're ...
My youth was nothing but a black storm Crossed now and then by brilliant suns. The thunder and the rain ...
I. THE FLOWER'S NAME Here's the garden she walked across, Arm in my arm, such a short while since: Hark, ...
MY lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish ...
HEALTH to the Maxwell's veteran Chief! Health, aye unsour'd by care or grief: Inspir'd, I turn'd Fate's sibyl leaf, This ...
Some clichty folks don't know the facts, posin' and preenin' and puttin' on acts, stretchin' their backs. They move into ...
EXPECT na, sir, in this narration, A fleechin, fleth'rin Dedication, To roose you up, an' ca' you guid, An' sprung ...
WE overstate the ills of life, and take Imagination (given us to bring down The choirs of singing angels overshone ...
"What! still those two infernal questions, That with our meals our slumbers mix -- That spoil our tempers and digestions ...
Cold wind of autumn, blowing loud At dawn, a fortnight overdue, Jostling the doors, and tearing through My bedroom to ...
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