Song (Amy Lowell Poem)
Oh! To be a flower Nodding in the sun, Bending, then upspringing As the breezes run; Holding up A scent-brimmed ...
Oh! To be a flower Nodding in the sun, Bending, then upspringing As the breezes run; Holding up A scent-brimmed ...
Across the stony ridges, Across the rolling plain, Young Harry Dale, the drover, Comes riding home again. And well his ...
Our Andy's gone to battle now 'Gainst Drought, the red marauder; Our Andy's gone with cattle now Across the Queensland ...
(From the French of Emile Verhaeren) He who walks through the meadows of Champagne At noon in Fall, when leaves ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
SHE has gone,-- she has left us in passion and pride,-- Our stormy-browed sister, so long at our side! She ...
I. "Incense is hut a tribute for the gods,-- To mortals 'tis but poison." THE smoke that from thine altar ...
[The following explanation is necessary, in order to make this ode in any way intelligible. The Poet is supposed to ...
May they ever be the water flowing streams flowing all over the world May we share with our brothers our ...
There were only a few of them In all the earth Each one thought he was alone They sang, they ...
Bring me wine, but wine which never grew In the belly of the grape, Or grew on vine whose tap-roots, ...
In anguish we uplift A new unhallowed song: The race is to the swift; The battle to the strong. Of ...
How much the present moment means To those who've nothing more -- The Fop -- the Carp -- the Atheist ...
Where the rough Caigra rolls the surgy wave, Urging his thunders thro' the echoing cave; Where the sharp rocks, in ...
past parentage or gender beyond sung vocables the slipped-between the so infinitesimal fault line a limitless interiority beyond the woven ...
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star In his steep course? So long he seems to pause On thy ...
Comrades, many a year and day Have fled since that glorious 9th of May When we made the charge at ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
THICKEST 1 night, o'erhang my dwelling! Howling tempests, o'er me rave! Turbid torrents, wintry swelling, Roaring by my lonely cave! ...
AMONG the heathy hills and ragged woods The roaring Fyers pours his mossy floods; Till full he dashes on the ...
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
LONE on the bleaky hills the straying flocks Shun the fierce storms among the sheltering rocks; Down from the rivulets, ...
FAREWELL to the Highlands, farewell to the North, The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth; Wherever I wander, wherever ...
Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North, The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth; Wherever I wander, wherever ...
LORD ADVOCATEHE clenched his pamphlet in his fist, He quoted and he hinted, Till, in a declamation-mist, His argument he ...
1. Earth was not: nor globes of attraction The will of the Immortal expanded Or contracted his all flexible senses. ...
'Twas in the year of 1869, and on the 19th of November, Which the people in Southern Germany will long ...
'Twas on the 26th of August, the sun was burning hot, In the year of 1346, which will never be ...
A sad tale of the sea, I will unfold, About Mrs Lingard, that Heroine bold; Who struggled hard in the ...
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