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Amy Lowell: "To-morrow to Fresh Woods and Pastures New"
"To-morrow to Fresh Woods and Pastures New"As for a moment he stands, in hardy masculine beauty, Poised on the fircrested rock, over the pool which below him Gleams in the wavering sunlight,…Verses for Children
ContentsSea ShellFringed GentiansThe Painted CeilingThe Crescent MoonClimbingThe TroutWindThe PleiadesPoetry Glossary
GlossaryHofgartenIn German a hof is a courtyard and thus a 'court garden'StarnbergerseeA lake 20 km (12 mi) southwest of Munich, the Starnbergersee was one of Europe's first pleasure grounds…Amy Lowell: Afternoon Rain in State Street
Afternoon Rain in State StreetCross-hatchings of rain against grey walls, Slant lines of black rain In front of the up and down, wet stone sides of buildings. Below, Greasy, shiny, black,…Bronze Tablets
ContentsThe Fruit ShopMalmaisonIIIIIIIVVVIVIIThe HammersFrindsbury, Kent, 1786Paris, March, 1814Paris, April, 1814Croissy, Ile-de-France, June, 1815St. Helena, May, 1821Two Travellers in the Place…Clocks Tick a Century
ContentsNightmare: A Tale for an Autumn EveningThe Paper WindmillThe Red Lacquer Music-StandSpring DayBathBreakfast TableWalkMidday and AfternoonNight and SleepThe Dinner-PartyStravinsky's…Amy Lowell: Croissy, Ile-de-France, June, 1815
Croissy, Ile-de-France, June, 1815"Whoa! Victorine. Devil take the mare! I've never seen so vicious a beast. She kicked Jules the last time she was here, He's been lame ever since, poor…Figurines in Old Saxe
ContentsPatternsPickthorn ManorThe Cremona ViolinPart FirstPart SecondPart ThirdPart FourthPart FifthThe Cross-RoadsA Roxbury GardenHoopsBattledore and ShuttlecockGarden Games1777The Trumpet-…Men, Women and Ghosts
Amy LowellDedication"`. . . See small portions of the Eternal World that ever groweth': . . . . So sang a Fairy, mocking, as he sat on a streak'd tulip, Thinking none saw him: when he ceas'd I…Amy Lowell: Nightmare: A Tale for an Autumn Evening
Nightmare: A Tale for an Autumn EveningAfter a Print by George CruikshankIt was a gusty night, With the wind booming, and swooping, Looping round corners, Sliding over the cobble-stones,…