The Great Adventure of Max Breuck (Amy Lowell Poem)
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
I. Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
(For Thomas Walsh) I On nights like this the huddled sheep Are like white clouds upon the grass, And merry ...
There's a brook on the side of Greylock that used to be full of trout, But there's nothing there now ...
The God of Fair Beginnings Hath prospered here my hand -- The cargoes of my lading, And the keels of ...
Love and Death once ceased their strife At the Tavern of Man's Life. Called for wine, and threw -- alas! ...
Souls of Poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern, Choicer than the Mermaid ...
Here in turn succeed and rule Carter, smith, and village fool, Then again the place is known As tavern, shop, ...
Away down East where I was reared amongst my Yankee kith, There used to live a pretty girl whose name ...
WHERE now these mingled ruins lie A temple once to Bacchus rose, Beneath whose roof, aspiring high, Full many a ...
I AM always inclined to suspect The best story under the sun As soon as by chance I detect That ...
TO charms and philters, secret spells and prayers, How many round attribute all their cares! In these howe'er I never ...
IN Lombardy's fair land, in days of yore, Once dwelt a prince, of youthful charms, a store; Each FAIR, with ...
1 Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
What boots it, thy virtue, What profit thy parts, While one thing thou lackest, The art of all arts! The ...
'A cold coming we had of it, Just the worst time of the year For a journey, and such a ...
Because she could find no one else to paint a picture of the old family place where she and her ...
IN the tavern of my heart Many a one has sat before, Drunk red wine and sung a stave, And, ...
We are the vagabonds of time, And rove the yellow autumn days, When all the roads are gray with rime ...
THE PROLOGUE. THE Cook of London, while the Reeve thus spake, For joy he laugh'd and clapp'd him on the ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
O HAD the malt thy strength of mind, Or hops the flavour of thy wit, 'Twere drink for first of ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
'Twas in the year of 1746, on a fine summer afternoon, When trees and flowers were in full bloom, That ...
I'll keep a little tavern Below the high hill's crest, Wherein all grey-eyed people May set them down and rest. ...
FLESH, I have knocked at many a dusty door, Gone down full many a midnight lane, Probed in old walls ...
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