A Fairy Tale (Amy Lowell Poem)
On winter nights beside the nursery fire We read the fairy tale, while glowing coals Builded its pictures. There before ...
On winter nights beside the nursery fire We read the fairy tale, while glowing coals Builded its pictures. There before ...
I love to go out in late September among the fat, overripe, icy, black blackberries to eat blackberries for breakfast, ...
Too late, alas! the song To remedy the wrong; -- The rooms are taken from us, swept and garnished for ...
WHERE is this patriarch you are kindly greeting? Not unfamiliar to my ear his name, Nor yet unknown to many ...
Then one of the judges of the city stood forth and said, "Speak to us of Crime and Punishment." And ...
I Thou who hast made thy dwelling fair With flowers beneath, above with starry lights, And set thine altars everywhere,-- ...
Summer pleasures they are gone like to visions every one And the cloudy days of autumn and of winter cometh ...
AH! from my eyes the tears unbidden start, Albion! as now thy cliffs (that bright appear Far o'er the wave, ...
'Tis strange to think, there was a time When mirth was not an empty name, When laughter really cheered the ...
Though bleak these woods, and damp the ground With fallen leaves so thickly strown, And cold the wind that wanders ...
Though bleak these woods and damp the ground With fallen leaves so thickly strewn, And cold the wind that wanders ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
Hidden, oh hidden in the high fog the house we live in, beneath the magnetic rock, rain-, rainbow-ridden, where blood-black ...
When you come to me, unbidden, Beckoning me To long-ago rooms, Where memories lie. Offering me, as to a child, ...
Hail to thee, blithe Spirit! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In ...
If you go deep Into the heart What do you find there? Fear, fear, Fear of the jaws of the ...
LOVE, I renounce thy tyrant sway, I mock thy fascinating art, MINE, be the calm unruffled day, That brings no ...
Unseemly are the open eyes That watch the midnight sheep, That look upon the secret skies Nor close, abashed, in ...
The lump of coal my parents teased I'd find in my Christmas stocking turned out each year to be an ...
Love is enough: have no thought for to-morrow If ye lie down this even in rest from your pain, Ye ...
An elegy on the death of MONTGOMERY TAPPEN who dies at Poughkeepsie on the 20th of Nov. 1784 in the ...
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