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 ...
A bullet through his heart at dawn. On the table a letter signed with a woman's name. A wind that ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
After a Print by George Cruikshank It was a gusty night, With the wind booming, and swooping, Looping round corners, ...
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes, Criss-cross shoes, Minna and Stella run out into the garden To play at hoop. ...
Some men there are who find in nature all Their inspiration, hers the sympathy Which spurs them on to any ...
There are scenes in the distance where beauty is not, On the desolate flats where gaunt appletrees rot. Where the ...
There are scenes in the distance where beauty is not, On the desolate flats where gaunt appletrees rot. Where the ...
From Woolwich and Brentford and Stamford Hill, from Richmond into the Strand, Oh, the Cockney soul is a silent soul ...
1. Cogida and death At five in the afternoon. It was exactly five in the afternoon. A boy brought the ...
"Build me straight, O worthy Master! Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster, And with ...
In the market-place of Bruges stands the belfry old and brown; Thrice consumed and thrice rebuilded, still it watches o'er ...
By the Laws of the Family Circle 'tis written in letters of brass That only a Colonel from Chatham can ...
A much-discerning Public hold The Singer generally sings And prints and sells his past for gold. Whatever I may here ...
The King has called for priest and cup, The King has taken spur and blade To dub True Thomas a ...
Cain and Abel were brothers born. (Koop-la! Come along, cows!) One raised cattle and one raised corn. (Koop-la! Come along! ...
For whom the possessed sea littered, on both shores, Ruinous arms; being fired, and for good, To sound the constitution ...
As you plaited the harvest bow You implicated the mellowed silence in you In wheat that does not rust But ...
THERE was a wooer blithe and gay, A son of France was he,-- Who in his arms for many a ...
Now the storm begins to lower, (Haste, the loom of Hell prepares!) Iron-sleet of arrowy shower Hurtles in the darkened ...
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
Low and brown barns, thatched and repatched and tattered, Where I had seven sons until to-day, A little hill of ...
Fast rode the knight With spurs, hot and reeking, Ever waving an eager sword, "To save my lady!" Fast rode ...
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
I. My heart sank with our Claret-flask, Just now, beneath the heavy sedges That serve this Pond's black face for ...
(PETER RONSARD _loquitur_.) ``Heigho!'' yawned one day King Francis, ``Distance all value enhances! ``When a man's busy, why, leisure ``Strikes ...
'TWAS in the seventeen hunder year O' grace, and ninety-five, That year I was the wae'est man Of ony man ...
At four o'clock in the gun-metal blue dark we hear the first crow of the first cock just below the ...
Per me si va ne la citt? dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra ...
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