In a Castle (Amy Lowell Poem)
I Over the yawning chimney hangs the fog. Drip -- hiss -- drip -- hiss -- fall the raindrops on ...
I Over the yawning chimney hangs the fog. Drip -- hiss -- drip -- hiss -- fall the raindrops on ...
I am only nineteen My whole life is changing Tonight I see her Shuttered eyes in my dreams I cannot ...
1FROM THE NURSERY When I was born, you waited behind a pile of linen in the nursery, and when we ...
A serious moment for the water is when it boils And though one usually regards it merely as a convenience ...
The Word came down to Dives in Torment where he lay: "Our World is full of wickedness, My Children maim ...
1898 Being a translation of the song that was made by a Mohammedanschoolmaster of Bengal Infantry (some time on service ...
it's 1962 March 28th I'm sitting by the window on the Prague-Berlin train night is falling I never knew I ...
In this blue light I can take you there, snow having made me a world of bone seen through to. ...
TO you, my friends, allow me to detail, The feats of monks in Catalonia's vale, Where oft the holy fathers ...
THE husband's dire mishap, and silly maid, In ev'ry age, have proved the fable's aid; The fertile subject never will ...
To the still Covert of a Wood About the prime of Day, A Lyon, satiated with Food, With stately Pace, ...
Smile at us, pay us, pass us; but do not quite forget; For we are the people of England, that ...
Now as Heaven is my Lot, they're the Pests of the Nation! Wherever they can come With clankum and blankum ...
The Wind is ghosting around the house tonight and as I lean against the door of sleep I begin to ...
Black trees against an orange sky, Trees that the wind shook terribly, Like a harsh spume along the road, Quavering ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
I wrung my hands under my dark veil. . . "Why are you pale, what makes you reckless?" -- Because ...
The Argument. Rintrah roars & shakes his fires in the burdend air; Hungry clouds swag on the deep Once meek, ...
I shall not sing a May song. A May song should be gay. I'll wait until November And sing a ...
The good man. He is still enhancer, renouncer. In the time of detachment, in the time of the vivid heather ...
I sit here on the 2nd floor hunched over in yellow pajamas still pretending to be a writer. some damned ...
And all that is this day. . . The boy with cap slung over what had been a face. .. ...
This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary The trees of the mind are black. The light is ...
You never heard tell of the story? Well, now, I can hardly believe! Never heard of the honour and glory ...
I find it very hard to be fair-minded About people who go around being air-minded. I just can't see any ...
Hot August noon: already on that day Since sunrise through the Wiltshire downs, most sad Of mouth and eye, he ...
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