The Swans (Amy Lowell Poems)
The swans float and float Along the moat Around the Bishop's garden, And the white clouds push Across a blue ...
The swans float and float Along the moat Around the Bishop's garden, And the white clouds push Across a blue ...
But why did I kill him? Why? Why? In the small, gilded room, near the stair? My ears rack and ...
How still it is! Sunshine itself here falls In quiet shafts of light through the high trees Which, arching, make ...
How long shall I tarnish the mirror of life, A spatter of rust on its polished steel! The seasons reel ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since brought In some fast clipper-ship from China, quaintly wrought With bossed and carven ...
Reign of Louis Philippe A great tall column spearing at the sky With a little man on top. Goodness! Tell ...
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
I The inkstand is full of ink, and the paper lies white and unspotted, in the round of light thrown ...
You want to know what's the matter with me, do yer? My! ain't men blinder'n moles? It ain't nothin' new, ...
"Hullo, Alice!" "Hullo, Leon!" "Say, Alice, gi' me a couple O' them two for five cigars, Will yer?" "Where's your ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
There once was a man whom the gods didn't love, And a disagreeable man was he. He loathed his neighbours, ...
The lawyer, are you? Well! I ain't got nothin' to say. Nothin'! I told the perlice I hadn't nothin'. They ...
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
Over the housetops, Above the rotating chimney-pots, I have seen a shiver of amethyst, And blue and cinnamon have flickered ...
Holy Mother of God, Merciful Mary. Hear me! I am very weary. I have come from a village miles away, ...
Before the Altar, bowed, he stands With empty hands; Upon it perfumed offerings burn Wreathing with smoke the sacrificial urn. ...
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