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 ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
1 Let observation with extensive view, 2 Survey mankind, from China to Peru; 3 Remark each anxious toil, each eager ...
Madam Life's a piece in bloom Death goes dogging everywhere: She's the tenant of the room, He's the ruffian on ...
WHERE now these mingled ruins lie A temple once to Bacchus rose, Beneath whose roof, aspiring high, Full many a ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
Love in a humor play'd the prodigal And bade my Senses to a solemn feast; Yet, more to grace the ...
Now as Heaven is my Lot, they're the Pests of the Nation! Wherever they can come With clankum and blankum ...
When on the sandy shore I sit, Beside the salt sea-wave, And fall into a weeping fit Because I dare ...
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem My ...
LONE on the bleaky hills the straying flocks Shun the fierce storms among the sheltering rocks; Down from the rivulets, ...
SWEET flow'ret, pledge o' meikle love, And ward o' mony a prayer, What heart o' stane wad thou na move, ...
INHUMAN man! curse on thy barb'rous art, And blasted be thy murder-aiming eye; May never pity soothe thee with a ...
Scene, on an Eminence on one of those Downs, which afford to the South a view of the Sea; to ...
Where have you been, South Wind, this May-day morning,- With larks aloft, or skimming with the swallow, Or with blackbirds ...
High, on the Solitude of Alpine Hills, O'er-topping the grand imag'ry of Nature, Where one eternal winter seem'd to reign; ...
WHERE o'er my head, the deaf'ning Tempest blew, And Night's cold lamp cast forth a feeble ray; Where o'er the ...
Near the village of Udorf, on the banks of the Rhine, There lived a miller and his family, once on ...
'Twas in the year of 1746, on a fine summer afternoon, When trees and flowers were in full bloom, That ...
This institution, perhaps one should say enterprise out of respect for which one says one need not change one's mind ...
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