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 ...
Eyes of grey -- a sodden quay, Driving rain and falling tears, As the steamer wears to sea In a ...
WHERE is this patriarch you are kindly greeting? Not unfamiliar to my ear his name, Nor yet unknown to many ...
OH for one hour of youthful joy! Give back my twentieth spring! I'd rather laugh, a bright-haired boy, Than reign, ...
Because I was content with these poor fields, Low open meads, slender and sluggish streams, And found a home in ...
The Sphynx is drowsy, Her wings are furled, Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world.? "Who'll tell me ...
The Sphinx is drowsy, Her wings are furled: Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world. "Who'll tell me ...
Silvered in the dying light she lies a silent sleeping twinkle coloured Eve who heaves and breathes a sinuous sigh ...
You could see the signs which said that possums came at night and fed upon this tree, they left their ...
I explain the silvered passing of a ship at night, The sweep of each sad lost wave, The dwindling boom ...
It is yourself you seek In a long rage, Scanning through light and darkness Mirrors, the page, Where should reflected ...
No, I shall not say why it is that I love you- Why do you ask me, save for vanity? ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
At dusk I saw a craintive mouse That sneaked and stole around the house; At first I took it for ...
When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night; When ...
I found a torrent falling in a glen Where the sun's light shone silvered and leaf-split; The boom, the foam, ...
Sleep, pretty lady, the night is enfolding you; Drift, and so lightly, on crystalline streams. Wrapped in its perfumes, the ...
We were out on the hills that night To watch our sheep; Drowsily by the fire we lay Where the ...
has not altered;-- a place as kind as it is green, the greenest place I've never seen. Every name is ...
The sun came up before breakfast, perfectly round and yellow, and we dressed in the soft light and shook out ...
Here in February, the fine dark branches of the almond begin to sprout tiny clusters of leaves, sticky to the ...
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