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, ...
Bath The day is fresh-washed and fair, and there is a smell of tulips and narcissus in the air. The ...
A cloud of dust on the long white road, And the teams go creeping on Inch by inch with the ...
Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay, That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred ...
THESE are the most singular of all the Poems of Goethe, and to many will appear so wild and fantastic, ...
In the early evening, a now, as man is bending over his writing table. Slowly he lifts his head; a ...
Not rigid poles, marking the ends, of a line static and unchanging a yes or a no situation in clear ...
Not poles on a line static and unchanging a yes or a no in black and white Not even arcs ...
A cluster of assorted bicycles Strewn in a yard yesterday afternoon Trigger of a memory, a moment A time in ...
Within my Garden, rides a Bird Upon a single Wheel -- Whose spokes a dizzy Music make As 'twere a ...
The Outer -- from the Inner Derives its Magnitude -- 'Tis Duke, or Dwarf, according As is the Central Mood ...
I envy Seas, whereon He rides -- I envy Spokes of Wheels Of Chariots, that Him convey -- I envy ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
My dear, it was a moment to clutch for a moment so that you may believe in it and believing ...
MANY ways to spell good night. Fireworks at a pier on the Fourth of July spell it with red wheels ...
The air is a mill of hooks -- Questions without answer, Glittering and drunk as flies Whose kiss stings unbearably ...
So gradual in those summers was the going of the age it seemed that the long days setting out when ...
The gates are chained, the barbed-wire fencing stands, An iron authority against the snow, And this grey monument to common ...
or, The First Steamboat up the Alabama. You, Dinah! Come and set me whar de ribber-roads does meet. De Lord, ...
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