The Fruit Shop (Amy Lowell Poem)
Cross-ribboned shoes; a muslin gown, High-waisted, girdled with bright blue; A straw poke bonnet which hid the frown She pluckered ...
Cross-ribboned shoes; a muslin gown, High-waisted, girdled with bright blue; A straw poke bonnet which hid the frown She pluckered ...
Morning, a glass door, flashes Gold names off the new city, Whose white shelves and domes travel The slow sky ...
At last you yielded up the album, which Once open, sent me distracted. All your ages Matt and glossy on ...
Home is so sad. It stays as it was left, Shaped in the comfort of the last to go As ...
Now Tomlinson gave up the ghost in his house in Berkeley Square, And a Spirit came to his bedside and ...
Come, my Celia, let us prove While we may, the sports of love; Time will not be ours forever; He ...
Come, my Celia, let us prove While we may the sports of love; Time will not be ours forever, He ...
Only stand high a long enough time your lightning will come; that is what blunts the peaks of redwoods; But ...
O Sacred Providence, who from end to end Strongly and sweetly movest! shall I write, And not of thee, through ...
"Here the hangman stops his cart: Now the best of friends must part. Fare you well, for ill fare I: ...
Lovers in the act despense With such meum-tuum sense As might warningly reveal What they must not pick or steal, ...
Once begun continuing the lie another layer added perpetuating the canard usurping a story, words to create ambiguity Purposely adding ...
What's in a song John (or is it 'Knuckles'), what's in a song about an unemployed, suicidal bum, caught in ...
'Tis true, dear Ben, thy just chastising hand Hath fix'd upon the sotted age a brand To their swoll'n pride ...
Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips ...
THE PROLOGUE. THE Cook of London, while the Reeve thus spake, For joy he laugh'd and clapp'd him on the ...
Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd, I said, Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The dog-star ...
Children of my happier prime, When One yet lived with me, and threw Her rainbow over life and time, Even ...
Over and over they used to ask me, While buying the wine or the beer, In Peoria first, and later ...
All they said was true: I wrecked my father's bank with my loans To dabble in wheat; but this was ...
When I beheld the Poet blind, yet bold, In slender Book his vast Design unfold, Messiah Crown'd, Gods Reconcil'd Decree, ...
He comes; I hear him up the street-- Bird of ill omen, flapping wide The pinion of a printed sheet, ...
To-day the woods are trembling through and through With shimmering forms, that flash before my view, Then melt in green ...
Sometimes in morning sunlights by the river Where in the early fall long grasses wave, Light winds from over the ...
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