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 ...
How fresh, O Lord, how sweet and clean Are thy returns! ev'n as the flowers in spring; To which, besides ...
(i) introduction his home in ruins his parents gone frederick seeks to reclaim his throne to the golden mountain he ...
wandering around milan my father i know that (bred in the bone) i'm you i walk and think - my ...
i like the silence of reading flat on my stomach on the woollen floor my legs waving upwards like the ...
(1) a great man there was a great man so great he couldn't be criticised in the light who died ...
professor piebald (the oldest man in the home) was meek at the same time ribald he clothed his matter (so ...
I came with the rising sun and I've brought nothing but two eyes, all I have, simply two eyes, for ...
SISTER of the first-born light, Type of sorrowing gentleness! Quivering mists in silv'ry dress Float around thy features bright; When ...
THERE stands on yonder high mountain A castle built of yore, Where once lurked horse and horseman In rear of ...
How, in the light of morning, Round me thou glowest, Spring, thou beloved one! With thousand-varying loving bliss The sacred ...
DRINK, oh youth, joy's purest ray From thy loved one's eyes all day, And her image paint at night! Better ...
WHEN the primeval All-holy Father Sows with a tranquil hand From clouds, as they roll, Bliss-spreading lightnings Over the earth, ...
I Like a gaunt, scraggly pine Which lifts its head above the mournful sandhills; And patiently, through dull years of ...
To the still Covert of a Wood About the prime of Day, A Lyon, satiated with Food, With stately Pace, ...
Methinks this World is oddly made, And ev'ry thing's amiss, A dull presuming Atheist said, As stretch'd he lay beneath ...
Repeatedly, that sturdy stump in me bears up like stone, beneath some ritual I see: the blinding axe swings up, ...
All human things are subject to decay, And, when Fate summons, monarchs must obey: This Flecknoe found, who, like Augustus, ...
When God turned back eternity and was young, Ancient of Days, grown little for your mirth (As under the low ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
A ship that bears much sail, and little ballast, is easily overset; and that man, whose head hath great abilities, ...
I sprang to the stirrup, and Joris, and he; I galloped, Dirck galloped, we galloped all three; "Good speed!" cried ...
I have come, alas, to the great circle of shadow, to the short day and to the whitening hills, when ...
Beautiful new railway bridge of the Silvery Tay, With your strong brick piers and buttresses in so grand array, And ...
Though humble the banquet to which I invite thee, Thou'lt find there the best a poor bard can command; Eyes, ...
See how the Orient Dew, Shed from the Bosom of the Morn Into the blowing Roses, Yet careless of its ...
You, that decipher out the Fate Of humane Off-springs from the Skies, What mean these Infants which of late Spring ...
My student-lamp is lighted, The books and papers are spread; A sound comes floating upwards, Chasing the thoughts from my ...
If Ezra Pound were alive today (and he is) he'd be teaching at a small college in the Pacific Northwest ...
Ah in the thunder air how still the trees are! And the lime-tree, lovely and tall, every leaf silent hardly ...
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