The Bombardment (Amy Lowell Poem)
Slowly, without force, the rain drops into the city. It stops a moment on the carved head of Saint John, ...
Slowly, without force, the rain drops into the city. It stops a moment on the carved head of Saint John, ...
High up in the apple tree climbing I go, With the sky above me, the earth below. Each branch is ...
For Elizabeth Bishop Nautilus Island's hermit heiress still lives through winter in her Spartan cottage; her sheep still graze above ...
The summer sun is sinking low; Only the tree-tops redden and glow: Only the weathercock on the spire Of the ...
Vogelweid the Minnesinger, When he left this world of ours, Laid his body in the cloister, Under Wurtzburg's minster towers. ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
A bird that I don't know, Hunched on his light-pole like a scarecrow, Looks sideways out into the wheat The ...
You can see it already: chalks and ochers; Country crossed with a thousand furrow-lines; Ground-level rooftops hidden by the shrubbery; ...
i want to hold the horse's string cried the girl (three) stamping her foot told by adults she was much ...
Two lovers by a moss-grown spring: They leaned soft cheeks together there, Mingled the dark and sunny hair, And heard ...
The Mountains stood in Haze -- The Valleys stopped below And went or waited as they liked The River and ...
Lost aboard the roll of Kodac- olor that was to have super- seded all need to remember Somerset were: a ...
Thou know'st my praise of nature most sincere, And that my raptures are not conjur'd up To serve occasions of ...
I flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying. I said, "Wait on, wait on, while I ride ...
How fares it, friend, since I by Fate annoy'd Left the old home in need of livelier play For body ...
I said fate plays a game without a score, and who needs fish if you've got caviar? The triumph of ...
The grey gulls drift across the bay Softly and still as flakes of snow Against the thinning fog. All day ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
When Friendship or Love Our sympathies move; When Truth, in a glance, should appear, The lips may beguile, With a ...
An imaginary composer.] I. Hist, but a word, fair and soft! Forth and be judged, Master Hugues! Answer the question ...
Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I build, Bidding my organ obey, calling its keys to their work, ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
In Sussex here, by shingle and by sand, Flat fields and farmsteads in their wind-blown trees, The shallow tide-wave courses ...
As I stood upon London Bridge and viewed the mighty throng Of thousands of people in cabs and 'busses rapidly ...
No smoke without you, my fire. After you left, your cigarette glowed on in my ashtray and sent up a ...
The pine woods on the hill, And the farmhouse miles away, Showed clear as though behind a lens Under a ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
ALL day they loitered by the resting ships, Telling their beauties over, taking stock; At night the verdict left my ...
Back and forth, back and forth, to and from the church, With my Bible under my arm Till I was ...
Some day, when trees have shed their leaves And against the morning's white The shivering birds beneath the eaves Have ...
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