The Great Adventure of Max Breuck (Amy Lowell Poem)
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
A bullet through his heart at dawn. On the table a letter signed with a woman's name. A wind that ...
The little boy pressed his face against the window-pane and looked out at the bright sunshiny morning. The cobble-stones of ...
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes, Criss-cross shoes, Minna and Stella run out into the garden To play at hoop. ...
Bath The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air. The ...
Ah, well! but the case seems hopeless, and the pen might write in vain; The people gabble of old things ...
You shall hear how Hiawatha Prayed and fasted in the forest, Not for greater skill in hunting, Not for greater ...
Now it is time to say what you have to say. The room is quiet. The whirring fan has been ...
O LEEZE me on my spinnin' wheel, And leeze me on my rock and reel; Frae tap to tae that ...
O DEATH! thou tyrant fell and bloody! The meikle devil wi' a woodie Haurl thee hame to his black smiddie, ...
She slides over the hot upholstery of her mother's car, this schoolgirl of fifteen who loves humming & swaying with ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
The warm sun dreams in the dust, the warm sun falls On bright red roofs and walls; The trees in ...
Two lovers, here at the corner, by the steeple, Two lovers blow together like music blowing: And the crowd dissolves ...
NOW westlin winds and slaught'ring guns Bring Autumn's pleasant weather; The moorcock springs on whirring wings Amang the blooming heather: ...
In the slant of the sun on the country-side, Cattle and sheep trail home along the lane; And a rugged ...
1 THE last sunbeam Lightly falls from the finish'd Sabbath, On the pavement here-and there beyond, it is looking, Down ...
When cats run home and light is come, And dew is cold upon the ground, And the far-off stream is ...
I heard the sighing of the reed In the grey pool in the green land, The sea-wind in the long ...
Hear I the creaking gate unclose? The gleaming latch uplifted? No--'twas the wind that, whirring, rose, Amidst the poplars drifted! ...
There where the mighty mountains bare their fangs unto the moon, There where the sullen sun-dogs glare in the snow-bright, ...
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