The Shadow (Amy Lowell Poem)
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
Full of wrath was Hiawatha When he came into the village, Found the people in confusion, Heard of all the ...
I will let loose against you the fleet-footed vines-- I will call in the Jungle to stamp out your lines! ...
to the memory of my friend SI-YA-U, whose head was cut off in Shanghai A CLAIM Renowned Leonardo's world-famous "La ...
To Jenny came a gentle youth From inland leazes lone; His love was fresh as apple-blooth By Parrett, Yeo, or ...
I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain --and back in rain. I have ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
Cupid on a summer day, Wearied by unceasing play, In a rose heart sleeping lay, While, to guard the tricksy ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
As evening falls, And the yellow lights leap one by one Along high walls; And along black streets that glisten ...
YE Irish lords, ye knights an' squires, Wha represent our brughs an' shires, An' doucely manage our affairs In parliament, ...
Once a dream did weave a shade, O'er my Angel-guarded bed. That an Emmet lost it's way Where on grass ...
TO mute and to material things New life revolving summer brings; The genial call dead Nature hears, And in her ...
Is it thy will thy image should keep open My heavy eyelids to the weary night? Dost thou desire my ...
BY day the skyscraper looms in the smoke and sun and has a soul. Prairie and valley, streets of the ...
Is it thy will thy image should keep open My heavy eyelids to the weary night? Dost thou desire my ...
I I dream of journeys repeatedly: Of flying like a bat deep into a narrowing tunnel Of driving alone, without ...
The drought is down on field and flock, The river-bed is dry; And we must shift the starving stock Before ...
Deep in the desert's misery, far in the fury of the sand, there stands the awesome Upas Tree lone watchman ...
A Fantasy, dedicated to the little poet Alice Oliver Henderson, ten years old. The Fantasy shows how tiger-hearts are the ...
The whole world on a raft! A King is here, The record of his grandeur but a smear. Is it ...
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