The Red Lacquer Music-Stand (Amy Lowell Poem)
A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since brought In some fast clipper-ship from China, quaintly wrought With bossed and carven ...
A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since brought In some fast clipper-ship from China, quaintly wrought With bossed and carven ...
We were taken from the ore-bed and the mine, We were melted in the furnace and the pit-- We were ...
Though, if you ask her name, she says Elise, Being plain Elizabeth, e'en let it pass, And own that, if ...
How we treat the reverence that we use handling the earth lovingly, as it deserves caring for creation treasuring the ...
They carried Your light up into the chancel old pros handling an unlit tallow with calm aplomb deftly relighting the ...
For Lincoln MacVeagh Never tell me that not one star of all That slip from heaven at night and softly ...
Something there is that doesn't love a wall, That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it And spills the upper boulder in ...
As the sweet sweat of roses in a still, As that which from chafed musk-cats' pores doth trill, As the ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
I HAVE been in Pennsylvania, In the Monongahela and the Hocking Valleys. In the blue Susquehanna On a Saturday morning ...
(For S. A.)TO write one book in five years or five books in one year, to be the painter and ...
I WAS born on the prairie and the milk of its wheat, the red of its clover, the eyes of ...
I THOUGHT of killing myself because I am only a bricklayer and you a woman who loves the man who ...
THEY have taken the ball of earth and made it a little thing. They were held to the land and ...
I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus With tigery stripes, and a face on it Round ...
(1) This is the sea, then, this great abeyance. How the sun's poultice draws on my inflammation. Electrifyingly-colored sherbets, scooped ...
While I was handling Dom Pedro I got at the thing that divides the race between men who are For ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
Sit further, and make room for thine own fame, Where just desert enrolles thy honour'd Name The good Interpreter. Some ...
I, who erewhile the happy Garden sung By one man's disobedience lost, now sing Recovered Paradise to all mankind, By ...
Master Timmy brisk and airy Blythe as Oberon the fairy On thy head thy cousin wishes Thousand and ten thousand ...
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