A Roxbury Garden (Amy Lowell Poem)
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes, Criss-cross shoes, Minna and Stella run out into the garden To play at hoop. ...
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes, Criss-cross shoes, Minna and Stella run out into the garden To play at hoop. ...
Bath The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air. The ...
It was somewhere in September, and the sun was going down, When I came, in search of `copy', to a ...
The night attendant, a B.U. sophomore, rouses from the mare's-nest of his drowsy head propped on The Meaning of Meaning. ...
"Honor be to Mudjekeewis!" Cried the warriors, cried the old men, When he came in triumph homeward With the sacred ...
Downward through the evening twilight, In the days that are forgotten, In the unremembered ages, From the full moon fell ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
Across a continent imaginary Because it cannot be discovered now Upon this fully apprehended planet- No more applicants considered, Alas, ...
It was the pleasant season yet, When the stones at cottage doors Dry quickly, while the roads are wet, After ...
You asked me who the woman next to me was I said, "she is my heart," Holding my cupped hands ...
Oh, a wonderful horse is the Fly-Away Horse - Perhaps you have seen him before; Perhaps, while you slept, his ...
Trees in groves, Kine in droves, In ocean sport the scaly herds, Wedge-like cleave the air the birds, To northern ...
Mistah Kurtz -- he dead. A penny for the Old Guy I We are the hollow men We are the ...
When April scatters charms of primrose gold Among the copper leaves in thickets old, And singing skylarks from the meadows ...
After the pangs of a desperate lover, When day and night I have sighed all in vain, Ah, what a ...
Silvered in the dying light she lies a silent sleeping twinkle coloured Eve who heaves and breathes a sinuous sigh ...
How I wonder what you're at!'You know the song, perhaps?" "I've heard something like it," said Alice. "It goes on, ...
Across the wet November night The church is bright with candlelight And waiting Evensong. A single bell with plaintive strokes ...
The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and ...
Oh! did those eyes, instead of fire, With bright, but mild affection shine: Though they might kindle less desire, Love, ...
I. That was I, you heard last night, When there rose no moon at all, Nor, to pierce the strained ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
ON Cessnock banks a lassie dwells; Could I describe her shape and mein; Our lasses a' she far excels, An' ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
AE fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae fareweel, alas, for ever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring ...
Ae fond kiss, and then we sever; Ae fareweel, and then for ever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, ...
PART ONE The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed ...
I Hear the sledges with the bells- Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, ...
PART I O! nothing earthly save the ray (Thrown back from flowers) of Beauty's eye, As in those gardens where ...
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