In a Garden (Amy Lowell Poem)
Gushing from the mouths of stone men To spread at ease under the sky In granite-lipped basins, Where iris dabble ...
Gushing from the mouths of stone men To spread at ease under the sky In granite-lipped basins, Where iris dabble ...
They lie, the men who tell us for reasons of their own That want is here a stranger, and that ...
Teevo cheevo cheevio chee: O where, what can th?at be? Weedio-weedio: there again! So tiny a trickle of s?ng-strain; And ...
Oxen and sheep were brought back down Long ago, and bramble gates closed. Over Mountains and rivers, far from my ...
Whangaehu waters, hot-spilled from the cauldron of Crater Lake, swirling mud-green from the cup between Tahurangi and Pyramid Peak, sulphurous, ...
How delicious is the winning Of a kiss at love's beginning, When two mutual hearts are sighing For the knot ...
All afternoon I have been struggling to communicate in Italian with Roberto and Giuseppe, who have begun to resemble the ...
Tomorrow's Thursday again, swept with the days' meandering flow: this, that, and the week goes, hearing time splash through cracks. ...
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
The drop seeps whole from boulder-lichen or ledge moss and drops, joining, to trickle, run, fall, dash, sprawl in held ...
MY curse upon your venom'd stang, That shoots my tortur'd gums alang, An' thro' my lug gies mony a twang, ...
Their strength had fed on this when Death's white arms Came sleeved in vapors and miasmal dew, Curling across the ...
TO mute and to material things New life revolving summer brings; The genial call dead Nature hears, And in her ...
We look on the shoulders filling the stage of the Chicago Auditorium. A fat mayor has spoken much English and ...
By the side of the brook, where the willow is waving Why sits the wan Youth, in his wedding-suit gay! ...
He'd have given me rolling lands, Houses of marble, and billowing farms, Pearls, to trickle between my hands, Smoldering rubies, ...
Make my grave shape of heart so like a flower be free aired & handsome felt, Grave root pillow, tung ...
Like the vain curlings of the watery maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking weight does raise, So Man, declining ...
How wisely Nature did decree, With the same Eyes to weep and see! That, having view'd the object vain, They ...
Like the vain Curlings of the Watry maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking Weight does raise; So Man, declining ...
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