To Elizabeth Ward Perkins (Amy Lowell Poem)
Dear Bessie, would my tired rhyme Had force to rise from apathy, And shaking off its lethargy Ring word-tones like ...
Dear Bessie, would my tired rhyme Had force to rise from apathy, And shaking off its lethargy Ring word-tones like ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
Long after you have swung back away from me I think you are still with me: you come in close ...
(For Warren Winslow, Dead At Sea) Let man have dominion over the fishes of the sea and the fowls of ...
"Build me straight, O worthy Master! Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster, And with ...
They burned lime on the hill and dropped it down here in an iron car On a long cable; here ...
IN Collins Street standeth a statute tall, A statue tall, on a pillar of stone, Telling its story, to great ...
Not racing, running not running away either journeying to the cross all these days of Lent Moving from his ministry ...
The words were different, not just in amplitude with more voices raised in the same solemn reverent ancient prayer No ...
You have obey'd, you WINDS, that must fulfill The Great Disposer's righteous Will; Throughout the Land, unlimited you flew, Nor ...
I'll tell you a seafaring story, Of a lad who won honour and fame Wi' Nelson at Battle 'Trafalgar, Joe ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
In falling Timbers buried -- There breathed a Man -- Outside -- the spades -- were plying -- The Lungs ...
Written when the news arrived. Toll for the brave! The brave that are no more! All sunk beneath the wave ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...
The sheep were shorn and the wool went down At the time of our local racing; And I'd earned a ...
I'm a riddle in nine syllables, An elephant, a ponderous house, A melon strolling on two tendrils. O red fruit, ...
As the night was beginning to close in one rough September day In the year of 1838, a steamer passed ...
It was moon-light, and the earth sparkled With new-fallen frost. It was midnight and not a soul abroad. Out of ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
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