The Paper Windmill (Amy Lowell Poem)
The little boy pressed his face against the window-pane and looked out at the bright sunshiny morning. The cobble-stones of ...
The little boy pressed his face against the window-pane and looked out at the bright sunshiny morning. The cobble-stones of ...
Many thousand glittering motes Crowd forward greedily together In trembling circles. Extravagantly carousing away For a whole hour rapidly vanishing, ...
just as the dusk comes hooting down through the shivering black leaves of the swinging trees we (the brave ones ...
My mother's an expert in one thing: sending people she loves into the other world. The little ones, the babies--these ...
The people rising using the modern media voices rising demanding the same freedoms The nations together the despots to be ...
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold. Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold. To this the god ...
There wasn't room for sympathy, the epicentre moved too rapidly for that and even when we knew the anger of ...
What are we waiting for, assembled in the forum? The barbarians are due here today. Why isn't anything happening in ...
John Grubby who was short and stout And troubled with religious doubt, Refused about the age of three To sit ...
Revolving in their destin'd sphere, The hours begin another year As rapidly to fly; Ah! think, Maria, (e'er in grey ...
1 On Linden, when the sun was low, 2 All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, 3 And dark as winter ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
LIFE, believe, is not a dream So dark as sages say; Oft a little morning rain Foretells a pleasant day. ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
That second time they hunted me From hill to plain, from shore to sea, And Austria, hounding far and wide ...
The roaring alongside he takes for granted, and that every so often the world is bound to shake. He runs, ...
There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams hurry too rapidly down to the sea, and the pressure of ...
The round red sun heaves darkly out of the sea. The walls and towers are warmed and gleam. Sounds go ...
'Twas in the month of March and in the year of 1899, Which will be remembered for a very long ...
The lemon sunlight poured out far between things inhabits a coolness. Mosquitoes have subsided, flies are for later heat. Every ...
As I stood upon London Bridge and viewed the mighty throng Of thousands of people in cabs and 'busses rapidly ...
Ancient town of Leith, most wonderful to be seen, With your many handsome buildings, and lovely links so green, And ...
'Twas in the year of 1854, and on the 5th November, Which Britain will no doubt long remember, When the ...
Good people of high and low degree, I pray ye all to list to me, And I'll relate a harrowing ...
'Twas on Friday the 2nd of March, in the year of 1894, That the Storm Fiend did loudly laugh and ...
"Son," said my mother, When I was knee-high, "you've need of clothes to cover you, and not a rag have ...
My mind was a mirror: It saw what it saw, it knew what it knew. In youth my mind was ...
At four o'clock in late October I sat alone in the country school-house Back from the road 'mid stricken fields, ...
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