Red Slippers (Amy Lowell Poem)
Red slippers in a shop-window, and outside in the street, flaws of grey, windy sleet! (Amy Lowell)
Red slippers in a shop-window, and outside in the street, flaws of grey, windy sleet! (Amy Lowell)
I'm lyin' on the barren ground that's baked and cracked with drought, And dunno if my legs or back or ...
They lie, the men who tell us for reasons of their own That want is here a stranger, and that ...
Black shadows fall From the lindens tall, That lift aloft their massive wall Against the southern sky; And from the ...
It was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea; And the skipper had taken his little daughter, To bear ...
Welcome, wild Northeaster! Shame it is to see Odes to every zephyr; Ne'er a verse to thee. Welcome, black Northeaster! ...
1896 They christened my brother of old-- And a saintly name he bears-- They gave him his place to hold ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
I need not go Through sleet and snow To where I know She waits for me; She will wait me ...
With short, sharp violent lights made vivid, To the southward far as the sight can roam, Only the swirl of ...
Even filtered sunlight, through the storm clouds, wedges of sun, piercing through the sidewalk, the driveway, the sleet, snow giving ...
It's snowing now as I write this note. Little temporal curtains of snow like pages of paper which materialize and ...
A blackbird lands A good beer-barrel A man sits in a cave knitting A theatre in Copenhagen Abask the sea-wall ...
When I hoped, I recollect Just the place I stood -- At a Window facing West -- Roughest Air -- ...
The Night was wide, and furnished scant With but a single Star -- That often as a Cloud it met ...
The Beggar Lad -- dies early -- It's Somewhat in the Cold -- And Somewhat in the Trudging feet -- ...
Distrustful of the Gentian -- And just to turn away, The fluttering of her fringes Child my perfidy -- Weary ...
There is heard a hymn when the panes are dim, And never before or again, When the nights are strong ...
Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
Golden haired and golden hearted I would ever have you be, As you were when last we parted Smiling slow ...
' SISTER, you've sat there all the day, Come to the hearth awhile; The wind so wildly sweeps away, The ...
BUT two miles more, and then we rest ! Well, there is still an hour of day, And long the ...
Ay! gloriously thou standest there, Beautiful, boundless firmament! That swelling wide o'er earth and air, And round the horizon bent, ...
I gazed upon the glorious sky And the green mountains round, And thought that when I came to lie At ...
Black trees against an orange sky, Trees that the wind shook terribly, Like a harsh spume along the road, Quavering ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
O muse of my heart, lover of palaces, Will you bring, when January lets loose its sleet And its black ...
O LASSIE, are ye sleepin yet, Or are ye waukin, I wad wit? For Love has bound me hand an' ...
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, ...
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