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, ...
You shall hear how Hiawatha Prayed and fasted in the forest, Not for greater skill in hunting, Not for greater ...
Forth upon the Gitche Gumee, On the shining Big-Sea-Water, With his fishing-line of cedar, Of the twisted bark of cedar, ...
PRELUDE. Pleasant it was, when woods were green, And winds were soft and low, To lie amid some sylvan scene, ...
Pleasant it was, when woods were green, And winds were soft and low, To lie amid some sylvan scene. Where, ...
Valour and Innocence Have latterly gone hence To certain death by certain shame attended. Envy--ah! even to tears! -- The ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
The butcher knife goes in, first, at the top And carves out the round stemmed lid, The hole of which ...
Once in the wind of morning I ranged the thymy wold; The world-wide air was azure And all the brooks ...
Hark, hearer, hear what I do; lend a thought now, make believe We are leafwhelmed somewhere with the hood Of ...
How lovely the elder brother's Life all laced in the other's, Lóve-laced!-what once I well Witnessed; so fortune fell. When ...
'Twas such a little -- little boat That toddled down the bay! 'Twas such a gallant -- gallant sea That ...
'Twas such a little -- little boat That toddled down the bay! 'Twas such a gallant -- gallant sea That ...
Through lane it lay -- through bramble -- Through clearing and through wood -- Banditti often passed us Upon the ...
Voices out of the shade that cried, And long noon in the hot calm places, And children's play by the ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
There's a palace in Florence, the world knows well, And a statue watches it from the square, And this story ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I. Beautiful Evelyn Hope is dead! Sit and watch by her side an hour. That is her book-shelf, this her ...
I Said the Watcher by the Way To the young and the unladen, To the boy and to the maiden, ...
Through the pungent hours of the afternoon, On the autumn slopes we have lightly wandered Where the sunshine lay in ...
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