A Winter Ride (Amy Lowell Poem)
Who shall declare the joy of the running! Who shall tell of the pleasures of flight! Springing and spurning the ...
Who shall declare the joy of the running! Who shall tell of the pleasures of flight! Springing and spurning the ...
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis, He, the handsome Yenadizze, Whom the people called the Storm-Fool, Vexed the village with disturbance; ...
Full of wrath was Hiawatha When he came into the village, Found the people in confusion, Heard of all the ...
Should you ask me, whence these stories? Whence these legends and traditions, With the odors of the forest With the ...
When the summer fields are mown, When the birds are fledged and flown, And the dry leaves strew the path; ...
Read here: This is the story of Evarra -- man -- Maker of Gods in lands beyond the sea. Because ...
Written for John Lockwood Kipling's They killed a Child to please the Gods In Earth's young penitence, And I have ...
Cloud-puffball, torn tufts, tossed pillows ' flaunt forth, then chevy on an air- built thoroughfare: heaven-roysterers, in gay-gangs ' they ...
A buglar boy from barrack (it is over the hill There)-boy bugler, born, he tells me, of Irish Mother to ...
In Memory of one of the Writer's Family who was a Volunteer during the War with Napoleon In a ferny ...
A gray patina, a wash over the day the colors of my vision cold, waiting for December rain rushes, ancient ...
Of all the Sounds despatched abroad, There's not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boughs -- ...
Tufts, follicles, grubstake biennial rosettes, a low- life beach-blond scruff of couch grass: notwithstanding the interglinting dregs of wholesale upheaval ...
The Frost performs its secret ministry, Unhelped by any wind. The owlet's cry Came loud, -and hark, again! loud as ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
for Brenda Williams The dawn cracked with ice, with fire grumbling in the grate, With ire in the homes we ...
(published on BLINKING EYE, http://www.blinking-eye.co.uk/writer/padel2.html ) Then spoke the thunder, shattering the looming blackness of our national life. The rumble ...
I do not know, whether the sun accomplished it, the rain or wind - but I was missing so the ...
"First, do no harm," the Hippocratic Oath begins, but before she might enjoy such balm, the docs had to harm ...
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill ...
The artisans of this room, who designed the lamp base (a huge red slug with a hole where its heart ...
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