Teatro Bambino. Dublin, N. H. (Amy Lowell Poem)
How still it is! Sunshine itself here falls In quiet shafts of light through the high trees Which, arching, make ...
How still it is! Sunshine itself here falls In quiet shafts of light through the high trees Which, arching, make ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
As one who sails upon a wide, blue sea Far out of sight of land, his mind intent Upon the ...
There's a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield, And the ricks stand grey to the ...
There's a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield, And the ricks stand gray to the ...
We've got the cholerer in camp -- it's worse than forty fights; We're dyin' in the wilderness the same as ...
("Saint Proxed's ever was the Church for peace") If down here I chance to die, Solemnly I beg you take ...
When spring-time flushes the desert grass, Our kafilas wind through the Khyber Pass. Lean are the camels but fat the ...
Cloud-puffball, torn tufts, tossed pillows ' flaunt forth, then chevy on an air- built thoroughfare: heaven-roysterers, in gay-gangs ' they ...
So winter closed its fist And got it stuck in the pump. The plunger froze up a lump In its ...
I In the depths of the Greyhound Terminal sitting dumbly on a baggage truck looking at the sky waiting for ...
She is as in a field a silken tent At midday when the sunny summer breeze Has dried the dew ...
It were after the Battle of Crecy- The foe all lay dead on the ground- And King Edward went out ...
The Lightning playeth -- all the while -- But when He singeth -- then -- Ourselves are conscious He exist ...
As Everywhere of Silver With Ropes of Sand To keep it from effacing The Track called Land. (Emily Dickinson)
I Everyone has their own peculiar price, not quantifiable in currency. When my hypodermic grazed your vein, you confessed yours. ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
We used to picnic where the thrift Grew deep and tufted to the edge; We saw the yellow foam flakes ...
In the licorice fields at Pontefract My love and I did meet And many a burdened licorice bush Was blooming ...
All night they whine upon their ropes and boom against the dock with helpless prows: these little ships that are ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
We'd rather have the iceberg than the ship, although it meant the end of travel. Although it stood stock-still like ...
Memorial day for the war dead. Add now the grief of all your losses to their grief, even of a ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
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