A Tale of Starvation (Amy Lowell Poem)
There once was a man whom the gods didn't love, And a disagreeable man was he. He loathed his neighbours, ...
There once was a man whom the gods didn't love, And a disagreeable man was he. He loathed his neighbours, ...
She kept her songs, they kept so little space, The covers pleased her: One bleached from lying in a sunny ...
Home is so sad. It stays as it was left, Shaped in the comfort of the last to go As ...
1 The stout poet tiptoes On the lawn. Surprisingly limber In his thick sweater Like a middle-age burglar. Is the ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
I have put on my great coat it is cold. It is an outer garment. Coarse, woolen. Of unknown origin. ...
Spring Up, up you go, you must be introduced. You must learn belonging to (no-one) Drenched in the white veil ...
'Twas on a lofty vase's side, Where China's gayest art had dyed The azure flowers that blow, Demurest of the ...
A man and a woman lie on a white bed. It is morning. I think Soon they will waken. On ...
Five years later, after countless loss, deep sacrifice, of those who answered the call we are still at war still ...
An earthen vase held a bouquet simple crocuses at the street corner in the downtown of the city, around the ...
A red, red rose, posing in the vase on the counter a reminder of the beauty of summer of the ...
Down south there is a curio-shop Unknown to many men; Thereat do I intend to stop When I am south ...
THE worst of ills, with jealousy compared, Are trifling torments ev'ry where declared. IMAGINE, to yourself a silly fool, To ...
Builder, in building the little house, In every way you may please yourself; But please please me in the kitchen ...
Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer were a very notorious couple of cats. As knockabout clown, quick-change comedians, tight-rope walkers and acrobats They ...
My Eye is fuller than my vase -- Her Cargo -- is of Dew -- And still -- my Heart ...
I hide myself within my flower, That fading from your Vase, You, unsuspecting, feel for me -- Almost a loneliness. ...
Scene--A spacious drawing-room, with music-room adjoining. Katharine. What are the words ? Eliza. Ask our friend, the Improvisatore ; here ...
If dead, we cease to be ; if total gloom Swallow up life's brief flash for aye, we fare As ...
What is she writing? Watch her now, How fast her fingers move ! How eagerly her youthful brow Is bent ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
I. Gr-r-r---there go, my heart's abhorrence! Water your damned flower-pots, do! If hate killed men, Brother Lawrence, God's blood, would ...
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
Of what she said to me that night-no matter. The strange thing came next day. My brain was full of ...
Snow falls. The sky is grey, and sullenly glares With purple lights in the canyoned street. The fiery sign on ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Yet, my pretty sportive friend, Little is't to such an end That I praise thy rareness! Other dogs may be ...
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