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 ...
"I am a landscape," he said, "a landscape and a person walking in that landscape. There are daunting cliffs there, ...
"Honor be to Mudjekeewis!" Cried the warriors, cried the old men, When he came in triumph homeward With the sacred ...
1930 When the grey geese heard the Fool's tread Too near to where they lay, They lifted neither voice nor ...
Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight, Alone and palely loitering; The sedge is wither'd from the lake, And no ...
SAY not the Poet dies! Though in the dust he lies, He cannot forfeit his melodious breath, Unsphered by envious ...
(an Incident of Froom Valley) "THY husband--poor, poor Heart!--is dead-- Dead, out by Moreford Rise; A bull escaped the barton-shed, ...
Where the slow river meets the tide, a red swan lifts red wings and darker beak, and underneath the purple ...
What mystery pervades a well! That water lives so far -- A neighbor from another world Residing in a jar ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
Everything has its limit, including sorrow. A windowpane stalls a stare. Nor does a grill abandon a leaf. One may ...
The Man that hath great griefs I pity not; 'Tis something to be great In any wise, and hint the ...
WHEN Juan sought the subterranean flood, And paid his obolus on the Stygian shore, Charon, the proud and sombre beggar, ...
LIFE ne'er exulted in so rich a prize, As Burnet, lovely from her native skies; Nor envious death so triumph'd ...
The evening comes, the fields are still. The tinkle of the thirsty rill, Unheard all day, ascends again; Deserted is ...
Five months ago the stream did flow, The lilies bloomed within the sedge, And we were lingering to and fro, ...
Go from me, summer friends, and tarry not: I am no summer friend, but wintry cold, A silly sheep benighted ...
For the Marriage in Cana of Galilee Dark-eyed, O woman of my dreams, Ivory sandalled, There is none like thee ...
Now I am a plant, a weed, Bending and swinging On a rocky ledge; And now I am a long ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
O'RE the smooth enameld green Where no print of step hath been, Follow me as I sing, And touch the ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
In this Monody the author bewails a learned Friend, unfortunately drowned in his passage from Chester on the Irish Seas, ...
Pond snipe, bleached pine, rue weed, wart -- I walk by sedge and brown river rot to where the old ...
I. O Age that half believ'st thou half believ'st, Half doubt'st the substance of thine own half doubt, And, half ...
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