Sancta Maria, Succurre Miseris (Amy Lowell Poem)
Dear Virgin Mary, far away, Look down from Heaven while I pray. Open your golden casement high, And lean way ...
Dear Virgin Mary, far away, Look down from Heaven while I pray. Open your golden casement high, And lean way ...
Down stucco sidestreets, Where light is pewter And afternoon mist Brings lights on in shops Above race-guides and rosaries, A ...
Oft have I seen at some cathedral door . A laborer, pausing in the dust and heat, . Lay down ...
GRANDMOTHER's mother: her age, I guess, Thirteen summers, or something less; Girlish bust, but womanly air; Smooth, square forehead with ...
The Fire at Tranter Sweatley's THEY had long met o' Zundays--her true love and she-- And at junketings, maypoles, and ...
They had long met o' Zundays--her true love and she-- And at junketings, maypoles, and flings; But she bode wi' ...
[I feel considerable hesitation in venturing to offer this version of a poem which Carlyle describes to be 'a beautiful ...
I have put on my great coat it is cold. It is an outer garment. Coarse, woolen. Of unknown origin. ...
Something of what Jesus meant coming as a child in a moment of pure grace life, living, heartfelt feeling there ...
I quietly, slowly pulled the door together going back into the warmer house on this morning in September before Fall ...
A CERTAIN pious rector (John his name), But little preached, except when vintage came; And then no preparation he required ...
How lush, how loose, the uninhibited squash is. If ever hearts (and these immoderate leaves Are vegetable hearts) were worn ...
Out alone in the winter rain, Intent on giving and taking pain. But never was I far out of sight ...
As told to a child When we locked up the house at night, We always locked the flowers outside And ...
my mother pushed my sister out of the apartment door with an empty suitcase because she kept threatening to run ...
The birches stand in their beggar's row: Each poor tree Has had its wrists nearly Torn from the clear sleeves ...
Glassmakers, at century's end, compounded metallic lusters in reference to natural sheens (dragonfly and beetle wings, marbled light on kerosene) ...
How do you win a football game? Not by skill alone or clever plays, in modern days the game has ...
Seven tailored suits, matching shoes and socks, a brace of muted ties with subtle breast pocket handkerchiefs descried, you wouldn't ...
To the tune of "Intoxicated in the Shadow of Flowers" Thin mist, dense clouds, a grief-stricken day; auspicious incense burns ...
To the tune of "Intoxicated Under the Shadow of Flowers" Light mists and heavy clouds, melancholy the long dreary day. ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
It pricks the arms like poison, knowing that some things, once chosen, are yours and that meanwhile the night comes ...
I. Oh, what a dawn of day! How the March sun feels like May! All is blue again After last ...
I What's become of Waring Since he gave us all the slip, Chose land-travel or seafaring, Boots and chest, or ...
drunk on the dark streets of some city, it's night, you're lost, where's your room? you enter a bar to ...
1 On Hellespont, guilty of true love's blood, 2 In view and opposite two cities stood, 3 Sea-borderers, disjoin'd by ...
It is the longest night in all the year, Near on the day when the Lord Christ was born; Six ...
What is the head A. Ash What are the eyes A. The wells have fallen in and have Inhabitants What ...
has not altered;-- a place as kind as it is green, the greenest place I've never seen. Every name is ...
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