Pictures From Appledore (James Russell Lowell Poems)
IA heap of bare and splintery cragsTumbled about by lightning and frost,With rifts and chasms and storm-bleached jags,That wait and ...
IA heap of bare and splintery cragsTumbled about by lightning and frost,With rifts and chasms and storm-bleached jags,That wait and ...
O The South Wind and the Sun!How each loved the other oneFull of fancy--- full folly--Full of jollity and fun!How ...
Spirit of Como, whose rhythmical callMurmurs caressingly under my wall,Why are thy feet, though the hour be late,Mounting the moon-silvered ...
Turbid from London's noise and smoke,Here I find air and quiet too;Air filtered through the beech and oak,Quiet by nothing ...
Little lion faceI stopped to pickamong the mass of thicksucculent blooms, the twicestreaked flanges of your silksunwheel relaxed in widedilation, ...
Little lion faceI stopped to pickamong the mass of thicksucculent blooms, the twicestreaked flanges of your silksunwheel relaxed in widedilation, ...
Undulant rustlings,Of oncoming silk,Rhythmic, incessant,Like the motion of leaves…Fragments of colorIn glowing surprises…Pink inuendoesHooded in grayLike buds in a cobwebPearled ...
I was so very awarethat the afternoon was dying in the domes,and all around me sounds froze,turned to winding pillars.I ...
I hunt for a sign of you in all the others,In the rapid undulant river of women,Braids, shyly sinking eyes,Light ...
She rose in moonlight, and stood, confronting sea, With her bare arms uplifted, And lifted her voice in the silence ...
We are circling, glad of the battle: we joy in the smell of the smoke. Fight on in ...
THE patient craftsman of the East who madeHis undulant dragons of the veined jade,And wound their sinuous volutes round the ...
I The inkstand is full of ink, and the paper lies white and unspotted, in the round of light thrown ...
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
I knew a woman, lovely in her bones, When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them; Ah, when ...
In my first sleep I came to the river And looked down Through the clear water - Only in dream ...
The lateral vibrations caress me, They leap and caress me, They work pathetically in my favour, They seek my financial ...
My clumsiest dear, whose hands shipwreck vases, At whose quick touch all glasses chip and ring, Whose palms are bulls ...
Last night at black midnight I woke with a cry, The windows were shaking, there was thunder on high, The ...
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