Pickthorn Manor (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
It is a lofty feeling, yet a kind, Thus to be topped with leaves;--to have a sense Of honour-shaded thought,--an ...
Thirty-two years since, up against the sun, Seven shapes, thin atomies to lower sight, Labouringly leapt and gained thy gabled ...
When mid-autumn's moan shook the night-time, And sedges were horny, And summer's green wonderwork faltered On leaze and in lane, ...
And your sunny years with a gracious wife Have brought you a daughter dear. "I watched her to-day; a more ...
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
Black rocks in the river white icebergs exposed seemingly topped a frozen confection with marshmallow frosting camouflaged as snow January ...
The black rocks in the river the icebergs exposed seeming topped with a frozen confection with marshmallow frosting camouflaged as ...
When I started, a little more than a year ago, I had no idea, no thought, that I would be ...
There's a breathless hush on the freeway tonight Beyond the ledges of concrete restaurants fall into dreams with candlelight couples ...
There were three in the meadow by the brook Gathering up windrows, piling cocks of hay, With an eye always ...
Today the Masons are auctioning their discarded pomp: a trunk of turbans, gemmed and ostrich-plumed, and operetta costumes labeled inside ...
In the cowslip pips I lie, Hidden from the buzzing fly, While green grass beneath me lies, Pearled with dew ...
In a wilderness, in some orchestral swing through trees, with a wind playing all the high notes, and the prospect ...
I Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...
Out on the high "bird islands," Ciboux and Hertford, the razorbill auks and the silly-looking puffins all stand with their ...
I. Where the quiet-coloured end of evening smiles, Miles and miles On the solitary pastures where our sheep Half-asleep Tinkle ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
The sheep were shorn and the wool went down At the time of our local racing; And I'd earned a ...
And thus the people every year in the valley of humid July did sacrifice themselves to the long green phallic ...
Halted against the shade of a last hill, They fed, and, lying easy, were at ease And, finding comfortable chests ...
How does it happen, tell me, That I who was the most erudite of lawyers, Who knew Blackstone and Coke ...
O thou that swing'st upon the waving ear Of some well-filled oaten beard, Drunk ev'ry night with a delicious tear ...
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