The Hammers (Amy Lowell Poem)
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
The little boy pressed his face against the window-pane and looked out at the bright sunshiny morning. The cobble-stones of ...
You are beautiful and faded Like an old opera tune Played upon a harpsichord; Or like the sun-flooded silks Of ...
April had covered the hills With flickering yellows and reds, The sparkle and coolness of snow Was blown from the ...
Look at the lion in the iron cage, look deep into his eyes: like two naked steel daggers they sparkle ...
I sing of the decline of Henry Clay Who loved a white girl of uncommon size. Although a small man ...
The swallow of summer, she toils all the summer, A blue-dark knot of glittering voltage, A whiplash swimmer, a fish ...
Her laugh infectious her smile so wide how I miss that each Wednesday night The sparkle in her mischief the ...
So much a part of us, of our lives our life together, with each other, with them Constant reminds, gifts ...
Today you are ten. But, with that Sly smile and Those knowing eyes, You are Going on twenty. That sparkle ...
Falsetto, rain on me Pull me in, and the crowd Under the tent, before you Feeling the words Wash over ...
SOLICITED I've been to give a tale, In which (though true, decorum must prevail), The subject from a picture shall ...
'Tis true I write and tell me by what Rule I am alone forbid to play the fool To follow ...
Man was made of social earth, Child and brother from his birth; Tethered by a liquid cord Of blood through ...
Memory: I can take my head and strike it on a wall on Cumberland Island Where the night tide came ...
The priest never used blueprints, but worked all the many designs out of his head. Father Wilerus, transplanted Alsatian, built ...
THE ORB I like is not the one That dazzles with its lightning gleam; That dares to look upon the ...
'Tis true, Idoloclastes Satyrane ! (So call him, for so mingling blame with praise, And smiles with anxious looks, his ...
Ellen, you were thoughtless once Of beauty or of grace, Simple and homely in attire, Careless of form and face; ...
'Maiden, thou wert thoughtless once Of beauty or of grace, Simple and homely in attire Careless of form and face. ...
It is a sultry day; the sun has drank The dew that lay upon the morning grass, There is no ...
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
There's not a joy the world can give like that it takes away When the glow of early thought declines ...
SHORTLY AFTER THE REVIVAL OF LEARNING IN EUROPE. Let us begin and carry up this corpse, Singing together. Leave we ...
MY lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish ...
TO you, sir, this summons I've sent, Pray, whip till the pownie is freathing; But if you demand what I ...
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