Pickthorn Manor (Amy Lowell Poem)
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
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 ...
Now what in the name of the sun and the stars Is the meaning of this most unholy of wars? ...
I Frindsbury, Kent, 1786 Bang! Bang! Tap! Tap-a-tap! Rap! All through the lead and silver Winter days, All through the ...
A bullet through his heart at dawn. On the table a letter signed with a woman's name. A wind that ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
Holy Mother of God, Merciful Mary. Hear me! I am very weary. I have come from a village miles away, ...
Thou father of the children of my brain By thee engendered in my willing heart, How can I thank thee ...
Between us leapt a gold and scarlet flame. Into the hollow of the cupped, arched blue Of Heaven it rose. ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
On winter nights beside the nursery fire We read the fairy tale, while glowing coals Builded its pictures. There before ...
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