Opal (Amy Lowell Poems)
You are ice and fire,The touch of you burns my hands like snow.You are cold and flame.You are the crimson ...
You are ice and fire,The touch of you burns my hands like snow.You are cold and flame.You are the crimson ...
The snow whispers around me And my wooden clogs Leave holes behind me in the snow. But no one will ...
Cloud-topped and splendid, dominating all The little lesser hills which compass thee, Thou standest, bright with April's buoyancy, Yet holding ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
Dear Bessie, would my tired rhyme Had force to rise from apathy, And shaking off its lethargy Ring word-tones like ...
A Minstrel stands on a marble stair, Blown by the bright wind, debonair; Below lies the sea, a sapphire floor, ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
The lawyer, are you? Well! I ain't got nothin' to say. Nothin'! I told the perlice I hadn't nothin'. They ...
Holy Mother of God, Merciful Mary. Hear me! I am very weary. I have come from a village miles away, ...
I Hoops Blue and pink sashes, Criss-cross shoes, Minna and Stella run out into the garden To play at hoop. ...
April had covered the hills With flickering yellows and reds, The sparkle and coolness of snow Was blown from the ...
I walk down the garden paths, And all the daffodils Are blowing, and the bright blue squills. I walk down ...
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