Stravinsky’s Three Pieces (Amy Lowell Poems)
First Movement Thin-voiced, nasal pipes Drawing sound out and out Until it is a screeching thread, Sharp and cutting, sharp ...
First Movement Thin-voiced, nasal pipes Drawing sound out and out Until it is a screeching thread, Sharp and cutting, sharp ...
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
I saw, as in a dream sublime, The balance in the hand of Time. O'er East and West its beam ...
In the market-place of Bruges stands the belfry old and brown; Thrice consumed and thrice rebuilded, still it watches o'er ...
In the valley of the Pegnitz, where across broad meadow-lands Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands. Quaint ...
Yes, the Year is growing old, And his eye is pale and bleared! Death, with frosty hand and cold, Plucks ...
"Speak! speak I thou fearful guest Who, with thy hollow breast Still in rude armor drest, Comest to daunt me! ...
1 The stout poet tiptoes On the lawn. Surprisingly limber In his thick sweater Like a middle-age burglar. Is the ...
(For Helen Parry Eden) "Hail Mary, full of grace," the Angel saith. Our Lady bows her head, and is ashamed; ...
Help for a patriot distressed, a spotless spirit hurt, Help for an honourable clan sore trampled in the dirt! From ...
Part One - The Calling Let me sleep, for my soul is intoxicated with love and Let me rest, for ...
The farmer lies wide awake at night, In his heart is filled with a fright. Tomorrow he will plant his ...
I like a church, I like a cowl, I love a prophet of the soul, And on my heart monastic ...
Joyful, joyful we adore Thee, God of glory, Lord of love, Hearts unfold like flowers before Thee, hail Thee as ...
To the music of Beethoven's ninth symphony Joyful, joyful, we adore Thee, God of glory, Lord of love; Hearts unfold ...
While it is alive Until Death touches it While it and I lap one Air Dwell in one Blood Under ...
Bind me -- I still can sing -- Banish -- my mandolin Strikes true within -- Slay -- and my ...
How do you win a football game? Not by skill alone or clever plays, in modern days the game has ...
I love the church: its labara, its silver vessels, its candleholders, the lights, the ikons, the pulpit. Whenever I go ...
A slant of sun on dull brown walls, A forgotten sky of bashful blue. Toward God a mighty hymn, A ...
Bhaskar Roy Barman The scene lacked for the manifestation characteristic of a scene. though the scene was promised a revealing ...
Bhaskar Roy Barman The kaleidoscope stood befrilled with splendour; no messenger from on high did descend to hand it blessings, ...
. . . telling those who swarm around him his desire is that an appendage from each of them fill, ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
Before thy shrine I kneel, an unknown worshipper, Chanting strange hymns to thee and sorrowful litanies, Incense of dirges, prayers ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
cry your dreams child, cry silent your screams as still again, those masters of war face our souls and try ...
Gray, gray is Abbey Assaroe, by Belashanny town, It has neither door nor window, the walls are broken down; The ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
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