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 ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
WHAT flower is this that greets the morn, Its hues from Heaven so freshly born? With burning star and flaming ...
I "Percussus sum sicut foenum, et aruit cor meum." - Ps. ci Wintertime nighs; But my bereavement-pain It cannot bring ...
You were forever finding some new play. So when I saw you down on hands and knees I the meadow, ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
At the end of a long-walled garden in a red provincial town, A brick path led to a mulberry- scanty ...
While yet we wait for spring, and from the dry And blackening east that so embitters March, Well-housed must watch ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
Parent of golden dreams, Romance! Auspicious Queen of childish joys, Who lead'st along, in airy dance, Thy votive train of ...
I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars Did wander ...
I wander thro' each charter'd street. Near where the charter'd Thames does flow A mark in every face I meet ...
Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel ...
Groping along the tunnel, step by step, He winked his prying torch with patching glare From side to side, and ...
Better that every fiber crack and fury make head, blood drenching vivid couch, carpet, floor and the snake-figured almanac vouching ...
The hills step off into whiteness. People or stars Regard me sadly, I disappoint them. The train leaves a line ...
In our old shipwrecked days there was an hour, When in the firelight steadily aglow, Joined slackly, we beheld the ...
In our old shipwrecked days there was an hour, When in the firelight steadily aglow, Joined slackly, we beheld the ...
Page 5 A few hours more, station, deserted, a dirt road for inside the town, mud, mud, blankets outside, mouldering ...
Take this quiet woman, she has been standing before a polishing wheel for over three hours, and she lacks twenty ...
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