Storm-Racked (Amy Lowell Poem)
How should I sing when buffeting salt waves And stung with bitter surges, in whose might I toss, a cockleshell? ...
How should I sing when buffeting salt waves And stung with bitter surges, in whose might I toss, a cockleshell? ...
I do not care to talk to you although Your speech evokes a thousand sympathies, And all my being's silent ...
Now the tent poles are rotting, the camp fires are dead, And the possums may gambol in trees overhead; I ...
1901 ". . . and will supply details to guard the Blood River Bridge." District Orders-Lines of Communication, South African ...
I love all sights of earth and skies, From flowers that glow to stars that shine; The comet and the ...
[Goethe began to write an opera called Lowenstuhl, founded upon the old tradition which forms the subject of this Ballad, ...
In the silence of the night Death descended from God toward the earth. He hovered above a city and pierced ...
And then a scholar said, "Speak of Talking." And he answered, saying: You talk when you cease to be at ...
A mason came forth and said, "Speak to us of Houses." And he answered and said: Build of your imaginings ...
Where are you, my beloved? Are you in that little Paradise, watering the flowers who look upon you As infants ...
The journey of our faith how we live in this time where we walk in love how we share God's ...
The sunset shouted the other night the glory of God the lilies of the valley whispered this morning the glory ...
'Tis years, soubrette, since last we met; And yet--ah, yet, how swift and tender My thoughts go back in time's ...
Sunset that screens, reveals -- Enhancing what we see By menaces of Amethyst And Moats of Mystery. (Emily Dickinson)
How noteless Men, and Pleiads, stand, Until a sudden sky Reveals the fact that One is rapt Forever from the ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
O God, whose thunder shakes the sky, Whose eye this atom globe surveys, To thee, my only rock, I fly, ...
What I hope (when I hope) is that we'll see each other again,-- . . . and again reach the ...
Gloomily the clouds are sailing O'er the dimly moonlit sky; Dolefully the wind is wailing; Not another sound is nigh; ...
In the dungeon-crypts, idly did I stray, Reckless of the lives wasting there away; "Draw the ponderous bars! open, Warder ...
Still let my tyrants know, I am not doomed to wear Year after year in gloom and desolate despair; A ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
HERE, where the Scottish Muse immortal lives, In sacred strains and tuneful numbers joined, Accept the gift; though humble he ...
Twenty-first. Night. Monday. Silhouette of the capitol in darkness. Some good-for-nothing -- who knows why -- made up the tale ...
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young ...
I, who erewhile the happy Garden sung By one man's disobedience lost, now sing Recovered Paradise to all mankind, By ...
My very good landlady, Mistress Van Kleeck, (For the tears that o'erwhelm me I scarcely can speak) I know that ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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