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, ...
Welcome, my old friend, Welcome to a foreign fireside, While the sullen gales of autumn Shake the windows. The ungrateful ...
When Dawn strides out to wake a dewy farm Across green fields and yellow hills of hay The little twittering ...
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods ...
I Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time future, And time future contained in time past. ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Sir, since the last Elizabethan died, Or, rather, that more Paradisal muse, Blind with much light, passed to the light ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
This English Thames is holier far than Rome, Those harebells like a sudden flush of sea Breaking across the woodland, ...
AMERICA always! Always our own feuillage! Always Florida's green peninsula! Always the priceless delta of Louisiana! Always the cotton-fields of ...
Anghiari is medieval, a sleeve sloping down A steep hill, suddenly sweeping out To the edge of a cliff, and ...
1 OUT of the cradle endlessly rocking, Out of the mocking-bird's throat, the musical shuttle, Out of the Ninth-month midnight, ...
1 PROUD music of the storm! Blast that careers so free, whistling across the prairies! Strong hum of forest tree-tops! ...
O DULL cold northern sky, O brawling sabbath bells, O feebly twittering Autumn bird that tells The year is like ...
I I dream of journeys repeatedly: Of flying like a bat deep into a narrowing tunnel Of driving alone, without ...
"The sea is everywhere the sea." I Gone-faded out of the story, the sea-faring friend I remember? Gone for a ...
Being apart and lonely is like rain. It climbs toward evening from the ocean plains; from flat places, rolling and ...
The Boastful Crow and the Laughing Jack Were telling tales of the outer back: "I've just been travelling far and ...
My shadow -- I woke to a wind swirling the curtains light and dark and the birds twittering on the ...
Brothers, let us glorify freedom's twilight - the great, darkening year. Into the seething waters of the night heavy forests ...
Thistle and darnell and dock grew there, And a bush, in the corner, of may, On the orchard wall I ...
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