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 ...
When Dawn strides out to wake a dewy farm Across green fields and yellow hills of hay The little twittering ...
1911 When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride, He shouts to scare the monster, who will often ...
'Twas in the prime of summer-time An evening calm and cool, And four-and-twenty happy boys Came bounding out of school: ...
to the memory of my friend SI-YA-U, whose head was cut off in Shanghai A CLAIM Renowned Leonardo's world-famous "La ...
WHEN I look forth at dawning, pool, Field, flock, and lonely tree, All seem to look at me Like chastened ...
Calibrating, capturing, measuring time even set apart, following His call moving, step by step from grace, to grace, to grace ...
Little hands holding mine skipping to school. All three of us Matching strides, and the all-important swinging of the arms ...
"Dad, it's a good day for a jog" or so I think she said, laughing over her shoulder, heading down ...
Heeding the simple command of his Master's voice instinctively, reflexively without thought or doubt stepping out in faith Being the ...
Moments, months, years Shards of my life Frozen in amber Untidy segments Frayed edges, dead ends Lost years A blank ...
When three, he fished these lakes, Curled sleeping on a lip of rock, Crib blankets tucked from ants and fishbone ...
Man was made of social earth, Child and brother from his birth; Tethered by a liquid cord Of blood through ...
They talked to me again today, they spoke in gentle tones and said the things I ought to hear then ...
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There ...
Ah! not now, when desire burns, and the wind calls, and the suns of spring Light-foot dance in the woods, ...
She slides over the hot upholstery of her mother's car, this schoolgirl of fifteen who loves humming & swaying with ...
O Winter! bar thine adamantine doors: The north is thine; there hast thou built thy dark Deep-founded habitation. Shake not ...
His vision, from the constantly passing bars, has grown so weary that it cannot hold anything else. It seems to ...
Beautiful city of Edinburgh! Where the tourist can drown his sorrow By viewing your monuments and statues fine During the ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
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