The Exeter Road (Amy Lowell Poem)
Panels of claret and blue which shine Under the moon like lees of wine. A coronet done in a golden ...
Panels of claret and blue which shine Under the moon like lees of wine. A coronet done in a golden ...
After a Print by George Cruikshank It was a gusty night, With the wind booming, and swooping, Looping round corners, ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
Bath The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air. The ...
There's no sense in going further -- it's the edge of cultivation," So they said, and I believed it -- ...
The old woman across the way is whipping the boy again and shouting to the neighborhood her goodness and his ...
And have we done with War at last? Well, we've been lucky devils both, And there's no need of pledge ...
Flames fanned by the leaders maybe a few palms greased coins to instigate the crowd to frenzy crying for his ...
Okay, it felt a lot like a lot more than a cold breeze a frigid arctic blast, more like it, ...
WHEN Venus and Hypocrisy combine, Oft pranks are played that show a deep design; Men are but men, and friars ...
After the whipping he crawled into bed, Accepting the harsh fact with no great weeping. How funny uncle's hat had ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Now warm with ministerial ire, Fierce sallied forth our loyal 'Squire, And on his striding steps attends His desperate clan ...
As soon as we crossed into Yorkshire Hughes' voice assailed me, unmistakable Gravel and honey, a raw celebration of rain ...
Sun on the mountain, Shade in the valley, Ripple and lightness Leaping along the world, Sun, like a gold sword ...
You bring me good news from the clinic, Whipping off your silk scarf, exhibiting the tight white Mummy-cloths, smiling: I'm ...
The Mountains A land of sombre, silent hills, where mountain cattle go By twisted tracks, on sidelings deep, where giant ...
A land, as far as the eye can see, where the waving grasses grow Or the plains are blackened and ...
I had fiddled all day at the county fair. But driving home "Butch" Weldy and Jack McGuire, Who were roaring ...
The white men played all sorts of jokes on me. They took big fish off my hook And put little ...
Green fingers holding the hillside, mustard whipping in the sea winds, one blood-bright poppy breathing in and out. The odor ...
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