Storm-Racked (Amy Lowell Poem)
How should I sing when buffeting salt waves And stung with bitter surges, in whose might I toss, a cockleshell? ...
How should I sing when buffeting salt waves And stung with bitter surges, in whose might I toss, a cockleshell? ...
For Elizabeth Bishop Nautilus Island's hermit heiress still lives through winter in her Spartan cottage; her sheep still graze above ...
Listen my children and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in ...
It was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea; And the skipper had taken his little daughter, To bear ...
This ballad appears to refer to one of the exploits of the notorious Paul Jones, the American pirate. It is ...
Away by the lands of the Japanee Where the paper lanterns glow And the crews of all the shipping drink ...
Boanerges Blitzen, servant of the Queen, Is a dismal failure -- is a Might-have-been. In a luckless moment he discovered ...
The strength of twice three thousand horse That seeks the single goal; The line that holds the rending course, The ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
The Fir-Tree looked on stars, but loved the Brook! "O silver-voiced! if thou wouldst wait, My love can bravely woo." ...
NO better Dog e'er kept his Master's Door Than honest Snarl, who spar'd nor Rich nor Poor; But gave the ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
Two swimmers wrestled on the spar -- Until the morning sun -- When One -- turned smiling to the land ...
Each Second is the last Perhaps, recalls the Man Just measuring unconsciousness The Sea and Spar between. To fail within ...
It was not Death, for I stood up, And all the Dead, lie down -- It was not Night, for ...
Where are the ships I used to know, That came to port on the Fundy tide Half a century ago, ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
All that I know Of a certain star, Is, it can throw (Like the angled spar) Now a dart of ...
GUID speed and furder to you, Johnie, Guid health, hale han's, an' weather bonie; Now, when ye're nickin down fu' ...
SIR, as your mandate did request, I send you here a faithfu' list, O' gudes an' gear, an' a' my ...
O DEATH, had'st thou but spar'd his life, Whom we this day lament, We freely wad exchanged the wife, And ...
We'd rather have the iceberg than the ship, although it meant the end of travel. Although it stood stock-still like ...
GUDEWIFE,I MIND it weel in early date, When I was bardless, young, and blate, An' first could thresh the barn, ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
O'RE the smooth enameld green Where no print of step hath been, Follow me as I sing, And touch the ...
More blest than was of old Diogenes, I have not held my lantern up in vain. Not mine, at least, ...
Rain filled the streets once a year, rising almost to door and window sills, battering walls and roofs until it ...
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