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 ...
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
When from his cave, young Mao in his youthful mind A work to renew old China first designed, Then he ...
Shot? so quick, so clean an ending? Oh that was right, lad, that was brave: Yours was not an ill ...
Spoken by Miss Ada Rehan at the Lyceum Theatre, July 23, 1890, at a performance on behalf of Lady Jeune's ...
In the vaulted way, where the passage turned To the shadowy corner that none could see, You paused for our ...
when they look into his mind they find a hill town somewhat surprised they go off to their learned books ...
God will change creation healing what is broken dry land will sing in the joy of his salvation Streams flow ...
We are called out of our comfort out of the pews, the boats to walk where he calls us leaving ...
Singing a song of Advent of the coming of the king born a humble child of him we sing Raised ...
I Like a gaunt, scraggly pine Which lifts its head above the mournful sandhills; And patiently, through dull years of ...
TO you, my friends, allow me to detail, The feats of monks in Catalonia's vale, Where oft the holy fathers ...
Because I was content with these poor fields, Low open meads, slender and sluggish streams, And found a home in ...
Thou leaden brain, which censur'st what I write, And say'st my lines be dull and do not move, I marvel ...
A dear old couple my grandparents were, And kind to all dumb things; they saw in Heaven The lamb that ...
Smile at us, pay us, pass us; but do not quite forget; For we are the people of England, that ...
Ah blame me not, Catcott, if from the right way My notions and actions run far. How can my ideas ...
Hark ! from the battlements of yonder tower The solemn bell has tolled the midnight hour ! Roused from drear ...
The double 12 sorwe of Troilus to tellen, That was the king Priamus sone of Troye, In lovinge, how his ...
Ere on my bed my limbs I lay, It hath not been my use to pray With moving lips or ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
WHEN Juan sought the subterranean flood, And paid his obolus on the Stygian shore, Charon, the proud and sombre beggar, ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
The rain set early in tonight, The sullen wind was soon awake, It tore the elm-tops down for spite, And ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
Two savings of the Holy Scriptures beat Like pulses in the Church's brow and breast; And by them we find ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
The quick sparks on the gorse bushes are leaping, Little jets of sunlight-texture imitating flame; Above them, exultant, the peewits ...
Sleep softly ... eagle forgotten ... under the stone. Time has its way with you there, and the clay has ...
A chant for a children's pantomime dance, suggested by a picture painted by George Mather Richards. I saw a proud, ...
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