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 ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
After a Print by George Cruikshank It was a gusty night, With the wind booming, and swooping, Looping round corners, ...
what's that i'm awake a bang like a door or a foot knocking a chair who's there tense i lie ...
The sky in the garden that night after Passover how it must have seemed foreboding tension in the air, thick ...
I raced from court We stood beside you, beside the hospital bed, awaiting the surgeon Husband and pastor, touching you, ...
How will the case go How will we ever know It depends On the totality of the circumstances The best ...
Was it 12(g) that governed My studies tonight Use all my tools now, Spread before me, Or lose them later ...
House ablaze, hissing, dying Crimson anguish My daughter upstairs, alone Helpless Firetruck - red, loud, racing, screech HELP ME! MY ...
I'll tell of the Magna Charter As were signed at the Barons' command On Runningmead Island in t' middle of ...
MISS HELEN SLINGSBY was my maiden aunt, And lived in a small house near a fashionable square Cared for by ...
I tie my Hat -- I crease my Shawl -- Life's little duties do -- precisely -- As the very ...
She came at night, her gentle hands defused the ticking bomb that was his brain, she soothed the pain and ...
A vagueness comes over everything, as though proving color and contour alike dispensable: the lighthouse extinct, the islands' spruce-tips drunk ...
For my wife, Elizabeth Harris Burch, and my mother, Christine Ena Burch There never was a fonder smile than mother's ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
I I dream of journeys repeatedly: Of flying like a bat deep into a narrowing tunnel Of driving alone, without ...
Lady, your room is lousy with flowers. When you kick me out, that's what I'll remember, Me, sitting here bored ...
If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression Of something beautiful, but annihilating. Both of ...
All I could see from where I stood Was three long mountains and a wood; I turned and looked another ...
Wheeling them in, the yard gate at half-mast with its ticking hinge, the tin bucket with a hairnet of webs, ...
There will be a time when it will end. Be it parting Be it death So each passing minute with ...
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