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, ...
1 You scream, waking from a nightmare. When I sleepwalk into your room, and pick you up, and hold you ...
1913 These are our regulations-- There's just one law for the Scout And the first and the last, and the ...
The sun has burst the sky Because I love you And the river its banks. The sea laps the great ...
When smoke stood up from Ludlow, And mist blew off from Teme, And blithe afield to ploughing Against the morning ...
"ALIVE?"--And I leapt in my wonder, Was faint of my joyance, And grasses and grove shone in garments Of glory ...
yesterday the man was pleased the sun sat in the tree and all upon the land held to the harmony ...
a cold bright sun two days to christmas a first-quarter moon at a good vantage-point a small white coffin driven ...
It snowed in spring on earth so dry and warm The flakes could find no landing place to form. Hordes ...
A blackbird lands A good beer-barrel A man sits in a cave knitting A theatre in Copenhagen Abask the sea-wall ...
Good-by, proud world, I'm going home, Thou'rt not my friend, and I'm not thine; Long through thy weary crowds I ...
It was no place for the faithless, so I felt a little odd walking the marshland with my daughters, Canada ...
When on a summer's morn I wake, And open my two eyes, Out to the clear, born-singing rills My bird-like ...
The poplars are felled, farewell to the shade And the whispering sound of the cool colonnade: The winds play no ...
It was the first gift he ever gave her, buying it for five five francs in the Galeries in pre-war ...
I. Your ghost will walk, you lover of trees, (If our loves remain) In an English lane, By a cornfield-side ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
MY lord, I know your noble ear Woe ne'er assails in vain; Embolden'd thus, I beg you'll hear Your humble ...
O WHA will to Saint Stephen's House, To do our errands there, man? O wha will to Saint Stephen's House ...
I Our brains ache, in the merciless iced east winds that knife us . . . Wearied we keep awake ...
Now that we've come to the end I've been trying to piece it together, Not that distance makes anything clearer. ...
The scenery of Baldovan Is most lovely to see, Near by Dighty Water, Not far from Dundee. 'Tis health for ...
Beautiful city of Glasgow, with your streets so neat and clean, Your stateley mansions, and beautiful Green! Likewise your beautiful ...
Beautiful Ancient City of Perth, One of the grandest on the earth, With your stately mansions and streets so clean, ...
Bonnie Clara, will you go to the bonnie Sidlaw hills And pu' the blooming heather, and drink from their rills? ...
Beautiful Den o' Fowlis, most charming to be seen In the summer season, when your trees are green; Especially in ...
'Twas on the 16th of October, in the year 1894, I was invited to Inverness, not far from the sea ...
Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward, Couched with her arms behind her golden head, Knees and tresses folded to ...
These hills, to hurt me more, That am hurt already enough,- Having left the sea behind, Having turned suddenly and ...
I wish it were spring in the world. Let it be spring! Come, bubbling, surging tide of sap! Come, rush ...
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