The Fruit Shop (Amy Lowell Poem)
Cross-ribboned shoes; a muslin gown, High-waisted, girdled with bright blue; A straw poke bonnet which hid the frown She pluckered ...
Cross-ribboned shoes; a muslin gown, High-waisted, girdled with bright blue; A straw poke bonnet which hid the frown She pluckered ...
Who, or why, or which, or what, Is the Akond of SWAT? Is he tall or short, or dark or ...
Home is so sad. It stays as it was left, Shaped in the comfort of the last to go As ...
He'd been for years in Sydney "a-acting of the goat", His name was Joseph Swallow, "the Great Australian Pote", In ...
Ahasuerus Jenkins of the "Operatic Own," Was dowered with a tenor voice of super-Santley tone. His views on equitation were, ...
Despite the noon sun shimmering on Court Street, each day I leave my desk, and window-shop, waste time, and use ...
For the Visitors' Book at the Inn Who long for rest, who look for pleasure Away from counter, court, or ...
I awoke in the Midsummer not to call night, in the white and the walk of the morning: The moon, ...
I He would drink by himself And raise a weathered thumb Towards the high shelf, Calling another rum And blackcurrant, ...
The mahogany table-top you smashed Had been the broad plank top Of my mother's heirloom sideboard- Mapped with the scars ...
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon, I heard a Negro play. Down on ...
I. A MASTER of a country school Jump'd up one day from off his stool, Inspired with firm resolve to ...
THE tale of the Count our glad song shall record Who had in this castle his dwelling, Where now ye ...
We should remember, her story, her acts of faith out of her poverty, her little, meager resources she offers lessons ...
Up from the pages, from the town of Joppa the port, overlooking the Mediterranean a disciple shared her witness, her ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
My friend went to the piano; spun the stool A little higher; left his pipe to cool; Picked up a ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
Chorus-O gude ale comes and gude ale goes; Gude ale gars me sell my hose, Sell my hose, and pawn ...
When the molten earth seethed in its whirling cauldron nobody watched the pot from a tall wooden stool set out ...
Thee the ancientest peer, Duke of Burgundy, rose from the monarch's right hand, red as wines From his mountains; an ...
When silver snow decks Susan's clothes, And jewel hangs at th' shepherd's nose, The blushing bank is all my care, ...
84 Thee the ancientest peer, Duke of Burgundy, rose from the monarch's right hand, red as wines 85 From his ...
Oh the airman's game is a showman's game, for we all of us watch him go With his roaring soaring ...
"Vocat aestus in umbram" Nemesianus Es. IV. E. P. Ode pour l'élection de son sépulchre For three years, out of ...
The Half-Soled-Boots-With-Toecaps-Child Walked out into the street And splashed in all the pubbles till She had such shocking feet The ...
At Quattro Gatti, she is the poet-in-residence: In Barcelona, Piccasso started here, painting A humble sketch of a picket-white fence. ...
As we live, we are transmitters of life. And when we fail to transmit life, life fails to flow through ...
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