On Carpaccio’s Picture (Amy Lowell Poems)
Swept, clean, and still, across the polished floor From some unshuttered casement, hid from sight, The level sunshine slants, its ...
Swept, clean, and still, across the polished floor From some unshuttered casement, hid from sight, The level sunshine slants, its ...
Swept, clean, and still, across the polished floor From some unshuttered casement, hid from sight, The level sunshine slants, its ...
King Eochaid came at sundown to a wood Westward of Tara. Hurrying to his queen He had outridden his war-wasted ...
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