Malmaison (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
Tall, and stout, and solid-looking, Yet a wreck; None would think Death's finger's hooking Him from deck. Cause of half ...
I have walked through many lives, some of them my own, and I am not who I was, though some ...
Oh gallant was our galley from her caren steering-wheel To her figurehead of silver and her beak of hammered steel; ...
1930 When the grey geese heard the Fool's tread Too near to where they lay, They lifted neither voice nor ...
You gave me the child that seamed my belly & stitched up my life. You gave me: one book of ...
I go back to the scene where the two men embrace & grapple a handgun at stomach level between them. ...
The Baron has decided to mate the monster, to breed him perhaps, in the interests of pure science, his only ...
SHE stood against the kitchen sink, and looked Over the sink out through a dusty window At weeds the water ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
When I heard he had entered the harbor, and circled the wharf for days, I expected the worst: shallow water, ...
Tufts, follicles, grubstake biennial rosettes, a low- life beach-blond scruff of couch grass: notwithstanding the interglinting dregs of wholesale upheaval ...
We used to picnic where the thrift Grew deep and tufted to the edge; We saw the yellow foam flakes ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
Four days the earth was rent and torn By bursting steel, The houses fell about us; Three nights we dared ...
arrive. The Ladies from the Ladies' Betterment League Arrive in the afternoon, the late light slanting In diluted gold bars ...
'Twas in the year of 1893, and on the 17th and 18th of November, Which the people of Dundee and ...
Pity me not because the light of day At close of day no longer walks the sky; Pity me not ...
In Rome on the Campo di Fiori Baskets of olives and lemons, Cobbles spattered with wine And the wreckage of ...
SILENT are the woods, and the dim green boughs are Hushed in the twilight: yonder, in the path through The ...
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