Malmaison (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
OH thou cruel deadly-lovely maiden, Tell me what great sin have I committed, That thou keep'st me to the rack ...
Our lives, our stuff our things in the way keeping us from our master sitting at the feet of Christ ...
By the fire, crackling sparks, living flame, licked the wood dancing before the starlight before the pine forest, beyond the ...
Long long I lay in the sands Sounds of trains in the surf in subways of the sea And an ...
He saw her from the bottom of the stairs Before she saw him. She was starting down, Looking back over ...
My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree Toward heaven still, And there's a barrel that I didn't fill Beside ...
But let us leave Queen Mab a while, Through many a gate, o'er many a stile, That now had gotten ...
O Music hast thou only heard The laughing river, the singing bird, The murmuring wind in the poplar-trees,-- Nothing but ...
Begin, my muse, the imitative lay, Aonian doxies sound the thrumming string; Attempt no number of the plaintive Gay, Let ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
A slant of sun on dull brown walls, A forgotten sky of bashful blue. Toward God a mighty hymn, A ...
Look at this storm, the idiot, pouring its heart out here, of all places, an industrial suburb on a Sunday, ...
And then life; and once again A house where I was born. Around us The granary above what once had ...
Wherever we turn in the storm of roses, the night is lit up by thorns, and the thunder of leaves, ...
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
And night and distant rumbling; now the army's carrier-train was moving out, to war. He looked up from the harpsichord, ...
In flat America, in Chicago, Graceland cemetery on the German North Side. Forty feet of Corinthian candle celebrate Pullman embedded ...
Chorus -- Bonnie Helen, will you go to Callander with me And gaze upon its beauties and romantic scenery Dear ...
Greenland's icy mountains are fascinating and grand, And wondrously created by the Almighty's command; And the works of the Almighty ...
'Twas in the year of 1869, and on the 19th of November, Which the people in Southern Germany will long ...
A WIND'S in the heart of me, a fire's in my heels, I am tired of brick and stone and ...
The tired cars go grumbling by, The moaning, groaning cars, And the old milk carts go rumbling by Under the ...
Maveric Prowles Had Rumbling Bowles That thundered in the night. It shook the bedrooms all around And gave the folks ...
This poem is intended as a description of a sort of Blashfield mural painting on the sky. To be sung ...
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