The Cremona Violin (Amy Lowell Poem)
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
NOW, rallying once if ne'er again, With flag at half-mast flown, A people in dire need and strain Mans Tyra's ...
The shell of objects inwardly consumed Will stand, till some convulsive wind awakes; Such sense hath Fire to waste the ...
HE. CANST thou give, oh fair and matchless maiden, 'Neath the shadow of the lindens yonder,-- Where I'd fain one ...
IF to her eyes' bright lustre I were blind, No longer would they serve my life to gild. The will ...
A village Chorus is supposed to be assembled, and about to commence its festive procession. [Written for the birthday of ...
AFTER these vernal rains That we so warmly sought, Dear wife, see how our plains With blessings sweet are fraught! ...
FOR a praiseworthy object we're now gather'd here, So, brethren, sing: ERGO BIBAMUS! Tho' talk may be hush'd, yet the ...
"WHAT tuneful strains salute mine ear Without the ...
If on the closed curtain of my sight My fancy paints thy portrait far away, I see thee still the ...
If I should cease to bring a Rose Upon a festal day, 'Twill be because beyond the Rose I have ...
TO the assembled folk At great St. Kavin's spoke Young Brother Amiel on Christmas Eve; I give you joy, my ...
Of Nelson and the North Sing the glorious day's renown, When to battle fierce came forth All the might of ...
I bring ye wine from above, From the vats of the storied sun; For every one of yer love, And ...
I bring ye wine from above, From the vats of the storied sun; For every one of yer love, And ...
ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves ! How ...
Come hither, child--who gifted thee With power to touch that string so well? How darest thou rouse up thoughts in ...
Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I build, Bidding my organ obey, calling its keys to their work, ...
But do not let us quarrel any more, No, my Lucrezia; bear with me for once: Sit down and all ...
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
A prisoner under the stars I lie, With no friend near; To-morrow they lead me forth to die, The stake ...
Silence is in our festal halls -- Sweet son of song! thy course is o'er; In vain on thee sad ...
Music and silver chimes and sunlit air, Freighted with the scent of honeyed orange-flower; Glad, friendly festal faces everywhere. She, ...
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