The Bombardment (Amy Lowell Poem)
Slowly, without force, the rain drops into the city. It stops a moment on the carved head of Saint John, ...
Slowly, without force, the rain drops into the city. It stops a moment on the carved head of Saint John, ...
After a Print by George Cruikshank It was a gusty night, With the wind booming, and swooping, Looping round corners, ...
Music from her breast, vibrating Soundseared into burnished velvet. Silent hips deceiving fools. Rivulets of trickling ecstacy From the alabaster ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
Laybrother of the Society of Jesus Honour is flashed off exploit, so we say; And those strokes once that gashed ...
Laybrother of the Society of Jesus Honour is flashed off exploit, so we say; And those strokes once that gashed ...
That hour-glass which there you see With water fill'd, sirs, credit me, The humour was, as I have read, But ...
Strawberries that in gardens grow Are plump and juicy fine, But sweeter far as wise men know Spring from the ...
In our journey of faith away from the world changed from our old selves transformed by Your Word Washed by ...
"I've been having these awful dreams, each a little different, though the core's the same- we're walking in a field, ...
more fully, since snow fell even on this sun-drifted, sun-drenched sea, blossoms the ice in those baskets you carry into ...
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
LAMENT in rhyme, lament in prose, Wi' saut tears trickling down your nose; Our bardie's fate is at a close, ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
I Our brains ache, in the merciless iced east winds that knife us . . . Wearied we keep awake ...
A little child stood thinking, sorrowfully and ill at ease, In a forest beneath the branches of the tall pine ...
'Twas in the year of 1808, and in the autumn of the year, Napoleon resolved to crush Spain and Portugal ...
Ye sons of Germany, your noble Emperor William now is dead. Who oft great armies to battle hath led; He ...
That Providence which had so long the care Of Cromwell's head, and numbred ev'ry hair, Now in its self (the ...
A Poem upon the Death of His Late Highness the Lord Protector That Providence which had so long the care ...
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