Malmaison (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
You ask me for a sonnet. Ah, my Dear, Can clocks tick back to yesterday at noon? Can cracked and ...
I The Trumpet-Vine Arbour The throats of the little red trumpet-flowers are wide open, And the clangour of brass beats ...
Streaks of green and yellow iridescence, Silver shiftings, Rings veering out of rings, Silver -- gold -- Grey-green opaqueness sliding ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
He'd been for years in Sydney "a-acting of the goat", His name was Joseph Swallow, "the Great Australian Pote", In ...
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis, How the handsome Yenadizze Danced at Hiawatha's wedding; How the gentle Chibiabos, He the sweetest ...
On the Mountains of the Prairie, On the great Red Pipe-stone Quarry, Gitche Manito, the mighty, He the Master of ...
"Honor be to Mudjekeewis!" Cried the warriors, cried the old men, When he came in triumph homeward With the sacred ...
Never stoops the soaring vulture On his quarry in the desert, On the sick or wounded bison, But another vulture, ...
Tuscan, that wanderest through the realms of gloom, With thoughtful pace, and sad, majestic eyes, Stern thoughts and awful from ...
To Ernest Brace "And when the seven thunders had uttered their voices, I was about to write: and I heard ...
Full many a dreary hour have I past, My brain bewildered, and my mind o'ercast With heaviness; in seasons when ...
No news of navies burnt at seas; No noise of late spawn'd tittyries; No closet plot or open vent, That ...
when they look into his mind they find a hill town somewhat surprised they go off to their learned books ...
They are rhymes rudely strung with intent less Of sound than of words, In lands where bright blossoms are scentless, ...
As we listened to the songs the easy flow of banter on the lawn dancing, running children finding friends, new ...
NO easy matter 'tis to hold, Against its owner's will, the fleece Who troubled by the itching smart Of Cupid's ...
A monster taught To come to hand Amain, As swift as thought Across the land The train. The song it ...
Through the strait pass of suffering -- The Martyrs -- even -- trod. Their feet -- upon Temptations -- Their ...
Nothing came to claim my muse, instead I dreamed of freedoms neatly folded in a treasure chest lying in the ...
Impetuously I sprang from bed, Long before lunch was up, That I might drain the dizzy dew From the day's ...
The bells of waiting Advent ring, The Tortoise stove is lit again And lamp-oil light across the night Has caught ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
I. THE FLOWER'S NAME Here's the garden she walked across, Arm in my arm, such a short while since: Hark, ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
There are too many waterfalls here; the crowded streams hurry too rapidly down to the sea, and the pressure of ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
I. I stand on the mark beside the shore Of the first white pilgrim's bended knee, Where exile turned to ...
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