The Cross-Roads (Amy Lowell Poem)
A bullet through his heart at dawn. On the table a letter signed with a woman's name. A wind that ...
A bullet through his heart at dawn. On the table a letter signed with a woman's name. A wind that ...
Some men there are who find in nature all Their inspiration, hers the sympathy Which spurs them on to any ...
Over the surging tides and the mountain kingdoms, Over the pastoral valleys and the meadows, Over the cities with their ...
I found me in a great surging space, At either end a door, And I said: "What is this giddying ...
The fox pushes softly, blindly through me at night, between the liver and the stomach. Comes to the heart and ...
Thine emulous fond flowers are dead, too, And the daft sun-assaulter, he That frightened thee so oft, is fled or ...
My hands have not touched pleasure since your hands, -- No, -- nor my lips freed laughter since 'farewell', And ...
With one consuming roar along the shingle The long wave claws and rakes the pebbles down To where its backwash ...
Cut down that timber! Bells, too many and strong, Pouring their music through the branches bare, From moon-white church towers ...
WHY, ye tenants of the lake, For me your wat'ry haunt forsake? Tell me, fellow-creatures, why At my presence thus ...
BEHOLD the hour, the boat arrive; Thou goest, the darling of my heart; Sever'd from thee, can I survive, But ...
THE GLOOMY night is gath'ring fast, Loud roars the wild, inconstant blast, Yon murky cloud is foul with rain, I ...
THE SUN had clos'd the winter day, The curless quat their roarin play, And hunger'd maukin taen her way, To ...
HOW can my poor heart be glad, When absent from my sailor lad; How can I the thought forego- He's ...
a 1. Los smitten with astonishment Frightend at the hurtling bones 2. And at the surging sulphureous Perturbed Immortal mad ...
Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels' hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenly pressed ...
You who never arrived in my arms, Beloved, who were lost from the start, I don't even know what songs ...
By the far Samoan shore, Where the league-long rollers pour All the wash of the Pacific on the coral-guarded bay, ...
He watched the old movie unfold, The head-covered man bashing his van into a building, Nodding his head: 'Yes another ...
I, too, saw God through mud -- The mud that cracked on cheeks when wretches smiled. War brought more glory ...
By a route obscure and lonely, Haunted by ill angels only, Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT, On a black throne ...
'Twas in the year of 1896, and on the 30th of September, Which many people in Aberdeen will long remember; ...
'Twas in the year of 1887, and on the 28th of September, Which many people of Honan, in China, will ...
Insomnia. Homer. Taut canvas. Half the catalogue of ships is mine: that flight of cranes, long stretched-out line, that once ...
Alas, how pleasant are their dayes With whom the Infant Love yet playes! Sorted by pairs, they still are seen ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill ...
Perplexed and troubled at his bad success The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply, Discovered in his fraud, thrown ...
I wish it were spring in the world. Let it be spring! Come, bubbling, surging tide of sap! Come, rush ...
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