The Hammers (Amy Lowell Poem)
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
I am poor and old and blind; The sun burns me, and the wind Blows through the city gate And ...
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may ...
Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may ...
A Pindaric Ode Awake, Aeolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings. From Helicon's harmonious springs A ...
Milton, our noblest poet, in the grace Of youth, in those fair eyes and clustering hair, That brow untouched by ...
'Tis done---and shivering in the gale The bark unfurls her snowy sail; And whistling o'er the bending mast, Loud sings ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
A BATTER'D, wreck'd old man, Thrown on this savage shore, far, far from home, Pent by the sea, and dark ...
O purblind race of miserable men, How many among us at this very hour Do forge a life-long trouble for ...
PART I It is an hour before the hour of dawn. Set in mine hand my staff and leave me ...
Part 1 WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing -- This ...
Close by those meads, for ever crown'd with flow'rs, Where Thames with pride surveys his rising tow'rs, There stands a ...
Deep in the desert's misery, far in the fury of the sand, there stands the awesome Upas Tree lone watchman ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
Yes, here I lie close to a stunted rose bush In a forgotten place near the fence Where the thickets ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
I wish it were spring in the world. Let it be spring! Come, bubbling, surging tide of sap! Come, rush ...
A Fantasy, dedicated to the little poet Alice Oliver Henderson, ten years old. The Fantasy shows how tiger-hearts are the ...
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