Frankincense and Myrrh (Amy Lowell Poem)
My heart is tuned to sorrow, and the strings Vibrate most readily to minor chords, Searching and sad; my mind ...
Poems about chords (31 Poems)
Music (Amy Lowell Poem)
The neighbour sits in his window and plays the flute. From my bed I can hear him, And the round ...
Listening (Amy Lowell Poem)
'T is you that are the music, not your song. The song is but a door which, opening wide, Lets ...
A Tree Telling of Orpheus (Denise Levertov Poem)
White dawn. Stillness.When the rippling began I took it for sea-wind, coming to our valley with rumors of salt, of ...
THE OCCULTATION OF ORION (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
I saw, as in a dream sublime, The balance in the hand of Time. O'er East and West its beam ...
The Eve Of St. Agnes (John Keats Poem)
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
For the Moore Centennial Celebration (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poem)
I ENCHANTER of Erin, whose magic has bound us, Thy wand for one moment we fondly would claim, Entranced while ...
The Silent Melody (Oliver Wendell Holmes Poem)
"BRING me my broken harp," he said; "We both are wrecks,-- but as ye will,-- Though all its ringing tones ...
The Weary Blues (Langston Hughes Poem)
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune, Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon, I heard a Negro play. Down on ...
southampton water (Rg Gregory Poem)
song of sea-leaves in an orchestra of foam branches of violins sprayed across the mind what is magnetic in a ...
DISTICHS. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
CHORDS are touch'd by Apollo,--the death-laden bow, too, he bendeth; While he the shepherdess charms, Python he lays in the ...
THE GERMAN PARNASSUS. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
in the wares before you spread, Types of all things may be read. 'NEATH the shadow Of these bushes, On ...
THE RAT-CATCHER. (Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Poem)
I AM the bard known far and wide, The travell'd rat-catcher beside; A man most needful to this town, So ...
Merlin I (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
Thy trivial harp will never please Or fill my craving ear; Its chords should ring as blows the breeze, Free, ...
Merlin (Ralph Waldo Emerson Poem)
I Thy trivial harp will never please Or fill my craving ear; Its chords should ring as blows the breeze, ...
Machines (Michael Donaghy Poem)
Dearest, note how these two are alike: This harpsicord pavane by Purcell And the racer's twelve-speed bike. The machinery of ...
Music (Henry Van Dyke Poem)
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her ...
A Creature Catechism (Bliss Carman Poem)
I Soul, what art thou in the tribes of the sea? LORD, said a flying fish, Below the foundations of ...
Song 2 (Anne Bronte Poem)
Come to the banquet -- triumph in your songs! Strike up the chords -- and sing of Victory! The oppressed ...
Song For The Last Act (Louise Bogan Poem)
Now that I have your face by heart, I look Less at its features than its darkening frame Where quince ...
The Siege of Corinth (Lord Byron Poem)
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
Dream Song 68: I heard, could be, a Hey there from the wing (John Berryman Poem)
I heard, could be, a Hey there from the wing, and I went on: Miss Bessie soundin good that one, ...
Saul (Robert Browning Poem)
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
176. On the Death of John M’Leod, Esq. (Robert Burns Poems)
SAD thy tale, thou idle page, And rueful thy alarms: Death tears the brother of her love From Isabella's arms. ...
The House Of Dust: Part 04: 05: The Bitter Love-Song (Conrad Aiken Poem)
No, I shall not say why it is that I love you- Why do you ask me, save for vanity? ...
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 13: The half-shut doors through which we heard that music (Conrad Aiken Poem)
The half-shut doors through which we heard that music Are softly closed. Horns mutter down to silence. The stars whirl ...
The House Of Dust: Part 04: 03: Palimpsest: A Deceitful Portrait (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 08: Coffins: Interlude (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its tower Ticks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour: At the ...
The House Of Dust: Part 03: 04: Illicit (Conrad Aiken Poem)
Of what she said to me that night-no matter. The strange thing came next day. My brain was full of ...
353. Poem on Sensibility (Robert Burns Poems)
SENSIBILITY, how charming, Dearest Nancy, thou canst tell; But distress, with horrors arming, Thou alas! hast known too well! Fairest ...