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 Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
August 14th, 1914 Into the brazen, burnished sky, the cry hurls itself. The zigzagging cry of hoarse throats, it floats ...
Thy face is far from this our war, Our call and counter-cry, I shall not find Thee quick and kind, ...
You are not beaten. The simple music rises up, children's voices in the air, sound floating out across the land ...
But these maneuverings to avoid The touching of hands, These shifts to keep the eyes employed On objects more or ...
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
There, in the corner, staring at his drink. The cap juts like a gantry's crossbeam, Cowling plated forehead and sledgehead ...
[I feel considerable hesitation in venturing to offer this version of a poem which Carlyle describes to be 'a beautiful ...
Joe Dunn were a bobby for football He gave all his time to that sport, He played for the West ...
Look, look, master, here comes two religious caterpillars. The Jew of Malta. POLYPHILOPROGENITIVE The sapient sutlers of the Lord Drift ...
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
Of Being is a Bird The likest to the Down An Easy Breeze do put afloat The General Heavens -- ...
A Solemn thing within the Soul To feel itself get ripe -- And golden hang -- while farther up -- ...
England, with all thy faults, I love thee still-- My country! and, while yet a nook is left Where English ...
Black trees against an orange sky, Trees that the wind shook terribly, Like a harsh spume along the road, Quavering ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
She slides over the hot upholstery of her mother's car, this schoolgirl of fifteen who loves humming & swaying with ...
Lo giorno se n'andava, e l'aere bruno toglieva li animai che sono in terra da le fatiche loro; e io ...
In the willows along the river at Pleasure Bay A catbird singing, never the same phrase twice. Here under the ...
Nobody rests This one constantly shifts his eyes Hangs them on his head And whether he wants it or not ...
Men fight all shapes and sizes as the racing horses run, And no man knows his courage till he stands ...
Sir William Wallace of Ellerslie, I'm told he went to the High School in Dundee, For to learn to read ...
There, a little right of Ursus Major, is the Milky Way: a man can point it out, the biggest billionfold ...
This, then, is she, My mother as she looked at seventeen, When she first met my father. Young incredibly, Younger ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
Perplexed and troubled at his bad success The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply, Discovered in his fraud, thrown ...
No two are identical though they begin from the same point in time the same point in the dream when ...
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales. The Persons The ATTENDANT ...
Numb, stiff, broken by no sleep, I keep night watch. Looking for signs to quiet fear, I creep closer to ...
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