Pickthorn Manor (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
Reign of Louis Philippe A great tall column spearing at the sky With a little man on top. Goodness! Tell ...
Thou dear and well-loved haunt of happy hours, How often in some distant gallery, Gained by a little painful spiral ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
Bath The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air. The ...
I stood upon the hills, when heaven's wide arch Was glorious with the sun's returning march, And woods were brightened, ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
THIS is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main,-- The venturous bark that flings On the ...
i take my property with me says the snail slow-moving (yes) but packed with sublime thought the house upon its ...
How astonishing it is that language can almost mean, and frightening that it does not quite. Love, we say, God, ...
I What new element before us unborn in nature? Is there a new thing under the Sun? At last inquisitive ...
They were poised, hooked in their hangers like bats in the cave anchored where they were ready to dive and ...
We started a new tradition tonight, after the service, on our table, the table where we sit as a family ...
She was thinner, with a mannered gauntness as she paused just inside the double glass doors to survey the room, ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
We're talking different kinds of vulnerability here. These icicles aren't going to last for ever Suspended in the ultra violet ...
There is this white wall, above which the sky creates itself -- Infinite, green, utterly untouchable. Angels swim in it, ...
The lateral vibrations caress me, They leap and caress me, They work pathetically in my favour, They seek my financial ...
Freedom. How her spirit Haunts, Hooks, Entices us all! Freedom, Will the time come For my ideas to roam Across ...
They laughed at me as "Prof. Moon," As a boy in Spoon River, born with the thirst Of knowing about ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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