The Exeter Road (Amy Lowell Poem)
Panels of claret and blue which shine Under the moon like lees of wine. A coronet done in a golden ...
Panels of claret and blue which shine Under the moon like lees of wine. A coronet done in a golden ...
That note you hold, narrowing and rising, shakes Like New Orleans reflected on the water, And in all ears appropriate ...
Come to Sunny Prestatyn Laughed the girl on the poster, Kneeling up on the sand In tautened white satin. Behind ...
Boanerges Blitzen, servant of the Queen, Is a dismal failure -- is a Might-have-been. In a luckless moment he discovered ...
'TERENCE, this is stupid stuff: You eat your victuals fast enough; There can't be much amiss, 'tis clear, To see ...
"BRING me my broken harp," he said; "We both are wrecks,-- but as ye will,-- Though all its ringing tones ...
A piece of bone, found at Trondhjem in 1901, with the following runic inscription (about A.D. 1050) cut on it: ...
I My ardours for emprize nigh lost Since Life has bared its bones to me, I shrink to seek a ...
I leant upon a coppice gate When Frost was spectre-gray, And Winter's dregs made desolate The weakening eye of day. ...
Words of the psalmist, a prayer for peace so easy to eat the bread of anxious toil our lives judged ...
"Willis, I didn't want you here to-day: The lawyer's coming for the company. I'm going to sell my soul, or, ...
I'll tell of the Battle of Hastings, As happened in days long gone by, When Duke William became King of ...
Joe Dunn were a bobby for football He gave all his time to that sport, He played for the West ...
They spoke of Progress spiring round, Of light and Mrs Humphrey Ward-- It is not true to say I frowned, ...
I know it's a bad title but I'm giving it to myself as a gift on a day nearly canceled ...
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...
to Robert Hass and in memory of Elliot Gilbert Slow dulcimer, gavotte and bow, in autumn, Bashõ and his friends ...
When I got to his marker, I sat on it, like sitting on the edge of someone's bed and I ...
Hot August noon: already on that day Since sunrise through the Wiltshire downs, most sad Of mouth and eye, he ...
No, I will go alone. I will come back when it's over. Yes, of course I love you. No, it ...
Take note, passers-by, of the sharp erosions Eaten in my head-stone by the wind and rain -- Almost as if ...
I. At last; so this is you, my dear! How should I guess to find you here? So long, so ...
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