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 ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
The centuries found me to nations unknown - My people have crowned me and made me a throne; My royal ...
He'd been for years in Sydney "a-acting of the goat", His name was Joseph Swallow, "the Great Australian Pote", In ...
For I can snore like a bullhorn or play loud music or sit up talking with any reasonably sober Irishman ...
The intact facade's now almost black in the rain; all day they've torn at the back of the building, "the ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
With many a pause and oft reverted eye I climb the Coomb's ascent: sweet songsters near Warble in shade their ...
Lines composed while climbing the left ascent of Brockley Coomb, May 1795 With many a pause and oft reverted eye ...
Perfect little body, without fault or stain on thee, With promise of strength and manhood full and fair! Though cold ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
I dreamed that dead, and meditating, I lay upon a grave, or bed, (at least, some cold and close-built bower). ...
The saintly hermit, midway through his prayers stopped suddenly, and raised his eyes to witness the unbelievable: for there before ...
But I would rather be horizontal. I am not a tree with my root in the soil Sucking up minerals ...
"Am I, at bottom, that fervent little Spanish Catholic child who chastised herself for loving toys, who forbade herself the ...
Welcome, thrice welcome, to the city of Dundee, The great African explorer Henry M Stanley, Who went out to Africa ...
This, then, is she, My mother as she looked at seventeen, When she first met my father. Young incredibly, Younger ...
But, learning now that they would have her speak, She threw her wet hair backward from her brow, Her hand ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
So much have I forgotten in ten years, So much in ten brief years! I have forgot What time the ...
I thought he was dumb, said he was dumb, Yet I've heard him cry. First faint scream, Out of life's ...
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