Late September (Amy Lowell Poem)
Tang of fruitage in the air; Red boughs bursting everywhere; Shimmering of seeded grass; Hooded gentians all a'mass. Warmth of ...
Tang of fruitage in the air; Red boughs bursting everywhere; Shimmering of seeded grass; Hooded gentians all a'mass. Warmth of ...
I stand beneath the tree, whose branches shade Thy western window, Chapel of St. John! And hear its leaves repeat ...
How beautiful is the rain! After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, ...
My black hills have never seen the sun rising, Eternally they look north towards Armagh. Lot's wife would not be ...
1930 When the grey geese heard the Fool's tread Too near to where they lay, They lifted neither voice nor ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
Still lie the sheltering snows, undimmed and white; And reigns the winter's pregnant silence still; No sign of spring, save ...
What will ye, my poor orphans, do, When I must leave the world and you; Who'll give ye then a ...
THOU art confused, my beloved, at, seeing the thousandfold union Shown in this flowery troop, over the garden dispers'd; any ...
Where are you, my beloved? Are you in that little Paradise, watering the flowers who look upon you As infants ...
Sheltered by the rock jetty the waves pounding on the shore turning the stones, wave after wave making the rough ...
All crying, 'We will go with you, O Wind!' The foliage follow him, leaf and stem; But a sleep oppresses ...
When the pods went pop on the broom, green broom, And apples began to be golden-skinn'd, We harbour'd a stag ...
Verse, a Breeze 'mid blossoms straying, Where HOPE clung feeding, like a bee-- Both were mine ! Life went a-maying ...
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...
At the end of a long-walled garden in a red provincial town, A brick path led to a mulberry- scanty ...
Come to the banquet -- triumph in your songs! Strike up the chords -- and sing of Victory! The oppressed ...
BUT two miles more, and then we rest ! Well, there is still an hour of day, And long the ...
Mild the mist upon the hill Telling not of storms tomorrow; No, the day has wept its fill, Spent its ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
WHY, ye tenants of the lake, For me your wat'ry haunt forsake? Tell me, fellow-creatures, why At my presence thus ...
STREAMS that glide in orient plains, Never bound by Winter's chains; Glowing here on golden sands, There immix'd with foulest ...
LONE on the bleaky hills the straying flocks Shun the fierce storms among the sheltering rocks; Down from the rivulets, ...
INHUMAN man! curse on thy barb'rous art, And blasted be thy murder-aiming eye; May never pity soothe thee with a ...
The autumn feels slowed down, summer still holds on here, even the light seems to last longer than it should ...
Jaya Surya GOLDEN sun of victory, born In my life's unclouded morn, In my lambent sky of love, May your ...
It was the silver, heart-enveloping view Of the mysterious sea-line far away, Seen only on a gleaming gold-white day, That ...
A POEM DEDICATED TO ALL CRUSADERS AGAINST THE INTERNATIONAL AND INTERSTATE TRAFFIC IN YOUNG GIRLS Galahad . . . soldier ...
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