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 ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
As Hermes once took to his feathers light, When lulled Argus, baffled, swooned and slept, So on a Delphic reed, ...
I. Soon Of all the springtimes of the world This one is the ugliest Of all of my ways of ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
Pellam the King, who held and lost with Lot In that first war, and had his realm restored But rendered ...
Home they brought her warrior dead: She nor swooned, nor uttered cry: All her maidens, watching, said, 'She must weep ...
Dagonet, the fool, whom Gawain in his mood Had made mock-knight of Arthur's Table Round, At Camelot, high above the ...
From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done In tournament or tilt, Sir Percivale, Whom Arthur and his knighthood called ...
Now, scarce three paces measured from the mound, We stumbled on a stationary voice, And 'Stand, who goes?' 'Two from ...
My doctor, the comedian I called you every time and made you laugh yourself when I wrote this silly rhyme... ...
No matter what life you lead the virgin is a lovely number: cheeks as fragile as cigarette paper, arms and ...
To their Excellencies the Lords Justices of Ireland, The humble petition of Frances Harris, Who must starve and die a ...
They say that Monte Carlo is A sunny place for shady people; But I'm not in the gambling biz, And ...
The seafarers tell of the Eastern Isle of Bliss, It is lost in a wilderness of misty sea waves. But ...
'Twas in the town of Sunderland, and in the year of 1883, That about 200 children were launch'd into eternity ...
It is no vulgar nature I have wived. Secretive, sensitive, she takes a wound Deep to her soul, as if ...
With our hearts like drifting suns, had we but walked, As often before, the April fields till star-light Silkened over ...
Ithaca, October 1993: Jorie went on a lingerie tear, wanting to look like a moll in a Chandler novel. Dinner, ...
When first your glory shone upon my face My body kindled to a mighty flame, And burnt you yielding in ...
It was the silver, heart-enveloping view Of the mysterious sea-line far away, Seen only on a gleaming gold-white day, That ...
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