The Great Adventure of Max Breuck (Amy Lowell Poem)
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
Above the ashes straight and tall, Through ferns with moisture dripping, I climb beneath the sandstone wall, My feet on ...
On sunny slope and beechen swell, The shadowed light of evening fell; And, where the maple's leaf was brown, With ...
In the broken light, in owl weather, Webs on the lawn where the leaves end, I took the thin moon ...
The saris go by me from the embassies. Cloth from the moon. Cloth from another planet. They look back at ...
After Joseph Roth Parce que c'était lui; parce que c'était moi. Montaigne, De L'amitië The dream's forfeit was a night ...
His bow coaxed, mournfully sad notes of the people hope couched, shadowed sorrow of the chosen, history of the nation ...
The ferns, the moss, the grass rise up, in the shadowed places up out of the moist rich ground adding ...
It was at Night that I learned the most about that magical place that dark and smoky, shadowed and garish ...
In Ionia whence sprang old poets' fame, From whom that sea did first derive her name, The blessed bed whereon ...
A part, immutable, unseen, Being, before itself had been, Became. Like dew a triple queen Shone as the void uncovered: ...
A part, immutable, unseen, Being, before itself had been, Became. Like dew a triple queen Shone as the void uncovered: ...
Huge elm, with rifted trunk all notched and scarred, Like to a warrior's destiny! I love To stretch me often ...
Three notes I allowed aloud to sum the August beachiness of herring gull railway pigeon otherwise birdless fishless conjoin - ...
Beautiful landscape! I could look on thee For hours,--unmindful of the storm and strife, And mingled murmurs of tumultuous life. ...
The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by, As if they loved to breast the breeze ...
Just now the lilac is in bloom, All before my little room; And in my flower-beds, I think, Smile the ...
Land lies in water; it is shadowed green. Shadows, or are they shallows, at its edges showing the line of ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
I. Moonlight silvers the tops of trees, Moonlight whitens the lilac shadowed wall And through the evening fall, Clearly, as ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl, When Adam waked, so ...
Lovely dainty Spanish needle With your yellow flower and white, Dew bedecked and softly sleeping, Do you think of me ...
Far are the shades of Arabia, Where the Princes ride at noon, 'Mid the verdurous vales and thickets, Under the ...
When the rose is faded, Memory may still dwell on Her beauty shadowed, And the sweet smell gone. That vanishing ...
Hills of silver plate, grey heights, dark red rocks through which the Duero bends its crossbow arc round Soria, shadowed ...
In Springfield, Illinois IT is portentious, and a thing of state That here at midnight, in our little town A ...
A chant to which it is intended a group of children shall dance and improvise pantomime led by their dancing-teacher. ...
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