The Hammers (Amy Lowell Poem)
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
From the tawny light from the rainy nights from the imagination finding itself and more than itself alone and more ...
NOw liquid Streams by the fierce Gold do grow As solid as the Rocks from whence they flow; Now Tibers ...
With beasts and gods, above, the wall is bright. The child's head, bent to the book-colored shelves, Is slow and ...
[Goethe began to write an opera called Lowenstuhl, founded upon the old tradition which forms the subject of this Ballad, ...
THE warder looks down at the mid hour of night, On the tombs that lie scatter'd below: The moon fills ...
WHO rides there so late through the night dark and drear? The father it is, with his infant so dear; ...
Then a ploughman said, "Speak to us of Work." And he answered, saying: You work that you may keep pace ...
There were three in the meadow by the brook Gathering up windrows, piling cocks of hay, With an eye always ...
Talk to me of love with wonder in your eyes, of limber magic flying through the veiling air and soft-edged ...
Now is the time for the burning of the leaves, They go to the fire; the nostrils prick with smoke ...
What shall I render to Thy name Or how Thy praises speak? My thanks how shall I testify? O Lord, ...
RAVING winds around her blowing, Yellow leaves the woodlands strowing, By a river hoarsely roaring, Isabella stray'd deploring- "Farewell, hours ...
LOUD blaw the frosty breezes, The snaws the mountains cover; Like winter on me seizes, Since my young Highland rover ...
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, ...
HOW pleasant the banks of the clear winding Devon, With green spreading bushes and flow'rs blooming fair! But the boniest ...
My mother was fortune, my father generosity and bounty; I am joy, son of joy, son of joy, son of ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
'Twas in the year of 1869, and on the 19th of November, Which the people in Southern Germany will long ...
Oh, I have tried to laugh the pain away, Let new flames brush my love-springs like a feather. But the ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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