The Bombardment (Amy Lowell Poem)
Slowly, without force, the rain drops into the city. It stops a moment on the carved head of Saint John, ...
Slowly, without force, the rain drops into the city. It stops a moment on the carved head of Saint John, ...
Be not angry with me that I bear Your colours everywhere, All through each crowded street, And meet The wonder-light ...
I. HOw comes the Day orecast ? the Flaming Sun Darkn'd at Noon, as if his Course were run ? ...
It was an artless Bandar, and he danced upon a pine, And much I wondered how he lived, and where ...
O patient shore, thou canst not go to meet Thy love, the restless sea, how comfortest Thou all thy loneliness? ...
i take my property with me says the snail slow-moving (yes) but packed with sublime thought the house upon its ...
Sweet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain, Where health and plenty cheered the labouring swain, Where smiling spring its earliest ...
Revel in God delight in him our creator and our savior the maker of all there is all there will ...
I THE WINTER evening settles down With smell of steaks in passageways. Six o'clock. The burnt-out ends of smoky days. ...
Summer begins to have the look Peruser of enchanting Book Reluctantly but sure perceives A gain upon the backward leaves ...
It sifts from Leaden Sieves -- It powders all the Wood. It fills with Alabaster Wool The Wrinkles of the ...
The strident sounds of silence echo in a darkened room, a beggar's tomb of emptied space and barrenness, a shameful ...
I am that hawk of gold Proud in adamantine poise On the pillars of torqoise, See,beyond ...
I am that hawk of gold Proud in adamantine poise On the pillars of torqoise, See,beyond ...
In the usual iconography of the temple or the local Wok you would never see him doing such a thing, ...
To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for ...
When coldness wraps this suffering clay, Ah! whither strays the immortal mind? It cannot die, it cannot stay, But leaves ...
YE banks, and braes, and streams around The castle o' Montgomery! Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
NO more, ye warblers of the wood! no more; Nor pour your descant grating on my soul; Thou young-eyed Spring! ...
Ye banks and braes and streams around The castle o' Montgomery, Green be your woods, and fair your flowers, Your ...
When you are gone, there is nor bloom nor leaf, Nor singing sea at night, nor silver birds; And I ...
The things she knew, let her forget again- The voices in the sky, the fear, the cold, The gaping shepherds, ...
Past one o'clock. You must have gone to bed. The Milky Way streams silver through the night. I'm in no ...
The light wraps you in its mortal flame. Abstracted pale mourner, standing that way against the old propellers of the ...
Two Workmen were carrying a sheet of asbestos down the main street of Dingle; it must have been nailed, at ...
If ever I saw blessing in the air I see it now in this still early day Where lemon-green the ...
Green is the plane-tree in the square, The other trees are brown; They droop and pine for country air; The ...
Athens, Greece, August 25, 2004 Gold-Medal Gal of Israel By Sharon Esther Lampert (The Sexist Creative Genius in Human History) ...
Roar of the rushing train fearfully rocking, Impatient people jammed in line for food, The rasping noise of cars together ...
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