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 ...
Hold your soul open for my welcoming. Let the quiet of your spirit bathe me With its clear and rippled ...
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes, Criss-cross shoes, Minna and Stella run out into the garden To play at hoop. ...
Angelic minds, they say, by simple intelligence Behold the Forms of nature. They discern Unerringly the Archtypes, all the verities ...
By the shore of Gitche Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, At the doorway of his wigwam, In the pleasant Summer ...
More than a hundred years ago, in a great battle fought near Delhi, an Indian Prince rode fifty miles after ...
Old as the world--no other things so old; Nay, older than the world, else, how had sprung Such lusty strength ...
"OLD Norbert with the flat blue cap-- A German said to be-- Why let your pipe die on your lap, ...
The little kindnesses spreading outward the blessings rippled across the seas our acts needing to be mindful proclaiming Christ in ...
Pulling to up to the house stopping, a shimmering image before me the sugar maple behind, swaying shimmering in the ...
The Pastor was right about the error, the missed point of the scripture in the speech of the firebrand, the ...
Layers of clouds grays and white living sky with rich visual texture Rippled screens of space like the flesh of ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
To glibly say that Joe was sort of odd quite missed the point. Peculiar in many ways and kind of ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
Next, then, the peacock, gilt With all its feathers. Look, what gorgeous dyes Flow in the eyes! And how deep, ...
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
In the burned house I am eating breakfast. You understand: there is no house, there is no breakfast, yet here ...
'Tis strange that in a land so strong So strong and bold in mighty youth, We have no poet's voice ...
I sat beneath a willow tree, Where water falls and calls; While fancies upon fancies solaced me, Some true, and ...
So let me have the rouge again, And comb my hair the curly way. The poor young men, the dear ...
White, white in the milky night The moon danced over a tree. "Wouldn't it be lovely to swim in the ...
Inscribed to the Memory of John Keats. Dear uplands, Chester's favorable fields, My large unjealous Loves, many yet one -- ...
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