A Tale of Starvation (Amy Lowell Poem)
There once was a man whom the gods didn't love, And a disagreeable man was he. He loathed his neighbours, ...
There once was a man whom the gods didn't love, And a disagreeable man was he. He loathed his neighbours, ...
Look, Dear, how bright the moonlight is to-night! See where it casts the shadow of that tree Far out upon ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
The Fool Errant sat by the highway of life And his gaze wandered up and his gaze wandered down, A ...
Softly the water ripples Against the canoe's curving side, Softly the birch trees rustle Flinging over us branches wide. Softly ...
The path runs straight between the flowering rows, A moonlit path, hemmed in by beds of bloom, Where phlox and ...
Fish "So . . ." they said, With their wine-glasses delicately poised, Mocking at the thing they cannot understand. "So ...
How is it that, being gone, you fill my days, And all the long nights are made glad by thee? ...
Gushing from the mouths of stone men To spread at ease under the sky In granite-lipped basins, Where iris dabble ...
After a Print by George Cruikshank It was a gusty night, With the wind booming, and swooping, Looping round corners, ...
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
Always we are following a light, Always the light recedes; with groping hands We stretch toward this glory, while the ...
Glinting golden through the trees, Apples of Hesperides! Through the moon-pierced warp of night Shoot pale shafts of yellow light, ...
Thou father of the children of my brain By thee engendered in my willing heart, How can I thank thee ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
Bath The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air. The ...
The wind is singing through the trees to-night, A deep-voiced song of rushing cadences And crashing intervals. No summer breeze ...
Cross-ribboned shoes; a muslin gown, High-waisted, girdled with bright blue; A straw poke bonnet which hid the frown She pluckered ...
The nursery fire burns brightly, crackling in cheerful little explosions and trails of sparks up the back of the chimney. ...
Slipping softly through the sky Little horned, happy moon, Can you hear me up so high? Will you come down ...
When I go away from you The world beats dead Like a slackened drum. I call out for you against ...
I ask but one thing of you, only one, That always you will be my dream of you; That never ...
A near horizon whose sharp jags Cut brutally into a sky Of leaden heaviness, and crags Of houses lift their ...
Be patient with you? When the stooping sky Leans down upon the hills And tenderly, as one who soothing stills ...
Before the Altar, bowed, he stands With empty hands; Upon it perfumed offerings burn Wreathing with smoke the sacrificial urn. ...
When you, my Dear, are away, away, How wearily goes the creeping day. A year drags after morning, and night ...
Some men there are who find in nature all Their inspiration, hers the sympathy Which spurs them on to any ...
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