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 ...
A day of seeming innocence, A glorious sun and sky, And, just above my picket fence, Black Bonnet passing by. ...
Green, how I want you green. Green wind. Green branches. The ship out on the sea and the horse on ...
Teevo cheevo cheevio chee: O where, what can th?at be? Weedio-weedio: there again! So tiny a trickle of s?ng-strain; And ...
The cold in the air reminds me of the country fair the candied apple, the hot burnt sausage sub the ...
The three stood listening to a fresh access Of wind that caught against the house a moment, Gulped snow, and ...
Tree at my window, window tree, My sash is lowered when night comes on; But let there never be curtain ...
LOVERS, forget your love, And list to the love of these, She a window flower, And he a winter breeze. ...
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
Notus in fratres animi paterni. Hor. Carm. lib.II.2. A bless?d lot hath he, who having passed His youth and early ...
AY, 'twas here, on this spot, In that summer of yore, Atalanta did not Vote my presence a bore, Nor ...
I. My heart sank with our Claret-flask, Just now, beneath the heavy sedges That serve this Pond's black face for ...
I What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest, or ...
(As Distinguished by an Italian Person of Quality) I Had I but plenty of money, money enough and to spare, ...
Some days I am Ana's teacher, some days she is mine. This morning, we look through her kitchen window, the ...
It was the man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town, He wandered over street and park, he wandered up ...
It was a man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town, He wandered over street and park, he wandered up ...
The first ones were attached to my dress at the waist, one on either side, right at the point where ...
My father and mother, my brother and sister and I, with uncle Pat, our dour best-loved uncle, had set out ...
My Babbles has a nasty knack Of keeping monkeys on her back. A great big black one comes and swings ...
"Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The ...
About Soho we went before the light; We went, unresting six, craving new fun, New scenes, new raptures, for the ...
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