Pickthorn Manor (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
In the brown water, Thick and silver-sheened in the sunshine, Liquid and cool in the shade of the reeds, A ...
Bricks of the wall, so much older than the house - taken I think from a farm pulled down when ...
That note you hold, narrowing and rising, shakes Like New Orleans reflected on the water, And in all ears appropriate ...
The old Jimmy Woodser comes into the bar Unwelcomed, unnoticed, unknown, Too old and too odd to be drunk with, ...
Here is nothing new nor aught unproven," say the Trumpets, "Many feet have worn it and the road is old ...
It was a villainous spirit, snub-nosed, foul Of breath, thick-taloned and malevolent, That squatted within him wheresoever he went .......And ...
I sing of the decline of Henry Clay Who loved a white girl of uncommon size. Although a small man ...
in the running and energy the world ignoring the savior the star above forgotten God in their midst Jesus came ...
The little pieces, bits of grace some which could easily go unnoticed people, living angels, helping us making our days ...
An urgent call a race down the dark stairs a flicker of color as I ran outside an arc, His ...
"Willis, I didn't want you here to-day: The lawyer's coming for the company. I'm going to sell my soul, or, ...
They will soon be down To one, but he still will be For a little while still will be stopping ...
We must have clamored for the same mother, hurried for the same womb. I know it now as I read ...
The most important population Unnoticed dwell, They have a heaven each instant Not any hell. Their names, unless you know ...
Some, too fragile for winter winds The thoughtful grave encloses -- Tenderly tucking them in from frost Before their feet ...
The Mountains -- grow unnoticed -- Their Purple figures rise Without attempt -- Exhaustion -- Assistance -- or Applause -- ...
Except to Heaven, she is nought. Except for Angels -- lone. Except to some wide-wandering Bee A flower superfluous blown. ...
Late, late yestreen I saw the new Moon, With the old Moon in her arms ; And I fear, I ...
Baudelaire considers you his brother, and Fielding calls out to you every few paragraphs as if to make sure you ...
Fair was the evening and brightly the sun Was shining on desert and grove, Sweet were the breezes and balmy ...
NOT in scorn do I reprove thee, Not in pride thy vows I waive, But, believe, I could not love ...
The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mateless play; ...
IN Tarbolton, ye ken, there are proper young men, And proper young lasses and a', man; But ken ye the ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
I would like to watch you sleeping, which may not happen. I would like to watch you, sleeping. I would ...
UPON that night, when fairies light On Cassilis Downans 2 dance, Or owre the lays, in splendid blaze, On sprightly ...
In the willows along the river at Pleasure Bay A catbird singing, never the same phrase twice. Here under the ...
If she had been beautiful, even, Or wiser than women about her, Or had moved with a certain defiance; If ...
There's never a stone at the sleeper's head, There's never a fence beside, And the wandering stock on the grave ...
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