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 ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
My wife and I have asked a crowd of craps To come and waste their time and ours: perhaps You'd ...
Can it be the sun descending O'er the level plain of water? Or the Red Swan floating, flying, Wounded by ...
Far and wide among the nations Spread the name and fame of Kwasind; No man dared to strive with Kwasind, ...
More than a hundred years ago, in a great battle fought near Delhi, an Indian Prince rode fifty miles after ...
to the memory of my friend SI-YA-U, whose head was cut off in Shanghai A CLAIM Renowned Leonardo's world-famous "La ...
Thee, God, I come from, to thee go, All day long I like fountain flow From thy hand out, swayed ...
I sat in the Muses' Hall at the mid of the day, And it seemed to grow still, and the ...
And your sunny years with a gracious wife Have brought you a daughter dear. "I watched her to-day; a more ...
For A. W. B. SHE sought the Studios, beckoning to her side An arch-designer, for she planned to build. He ...
I In Casterbridge there stood a noble pile, Wrought with pilaster, bay, and balustrade In tactful times when shrewd Eliza ...
Hold hard, Ned! Lift me down once more, and lay me in the shade. Old man, you've had your work ...
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods ...
How much grit do you think you've got? Can you quit a thing that you like a lot? You may ...
Dear God, creator of heaven and earth, we thank you for this beautiful day, for your gifts you heap on ...
To the Pious Memory of the Accomplished Young Lady, Mrs Anne Killigrew, Excellent in the Two Sister-arts of Poesy and ...
The groves were God's first temples. Ere man learned To hew the shaft, and lay the architrave, And spread the ...
Lo! from quiet skies In through the window my Lord the Sun! And my eyes Were dazzled and drunk with ...
So I said I am Ezra and the wind whipped my throat gaming for the sounds of my voice I ...
When I got to his marker, I sat on it, like sitting on the edge of someone's bed and I ...
The pine woods on the hill, And the farmhouse miles away, Showed clear as though behind a lens Under a ...
A Poem upon the Death of His Late Highness the Lord Protector That Providence which had so long the care ...
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...
ALL day they loitered by the resting ships, Telling their beauties over, taking stock; At night the verdict left my ...
"O love, lean thou thy cheek to mine, And let the tears together flow"-- Such was the song you sang ...
How the Wings Were Made From many morning-glories That in an hour will fade, From many ...
Fine-tissued as her finger-tips, and white As all her thoughts; in shape like shields of prize, As if before young ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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