The Blue Scarf (Amy Lowell Poem)
Pale, with the blue of high zeniths, shimmered over with silver, brocaded In smooth, running patterns, a soft stuff, with ...
Pale, with the blue of high zeniths, shimmered over with silver, brocaded In smooth, running patterns, a soft stuff, with ...
Gloomy and dark art thou, O chief of the mighty Omahas; Gloomy and dark as the driving cloud, whose name ...
I. If It be pleasant to look on, stalled in the packed serai, Does not the Young Man try Its ...
In the mid August, in the second year of my First Polar Expedition, the snow and ice of winter almost ...
In his time of trial temptation to turn from the path they were sleeping in danger his all too human ...
The tempter, the betrayer the powerful in their houses bringing the prophecy to fulfillment evil stalked the night The Messiah, ...
Death, almost palpable stalking the unholy night the savior in a corrupt trail the reaper waiting with his scythe The ...
So much sadness years of suffering A long night of pain She struggled for rapture for something to cling to ...
Surrounded by prickers, thorns tugging on my coat, my jeans lowering myself to the dark small fruit gathering in, berry ...
He watched me oh so closely as I stalked him, took shot after shot the staccato of the shutter caused ...
Oh how to tell the tale to spin the yarn, to pull you in Bring you along, down memory road ...
He cut his hand and it bled, the flesh inside was red and the hurt discounted the flood of red ...
Here rests beneath this hospitable spot A youth to flats and flatties not unknown. The Plymouth Brethren gave it to ...
Here rests beneath this hospitable spot A youth to flats and flatties not unknown. The Plymouth Brethren gave it to ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
General Fatigue stalked in, & a Major-General, Captain Fatigue, and at the base of all pale Corporal Fatigue, and curious ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
In ruck and quibble of courtfolk This giant hulked, I tell you, on her scene With hands like derricks, Looks ...
West of Dubbo the west begins The land of leisure and hope and trust, Where the black man stalks with ...
The Maoris are a mighty race -- the finest ever known; Before the missionaries came they worshipped wood and stone; ...
"Hill of Jews," says one, named for a cemetery long gone."Hill of Jove," says another, and maybe Jove stalked here ...
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