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 ...
Thou father of the children of my brain By thee engendered in my willing heart, How can I thank thee ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
I Sing the Man that never Equal knew, Whose Mighty Arms all Asia did subdue, Whose Conquests through the spacious ...
Hapcot! To thee the Fairy State I with discretion, dedicate. Because thou prizest things that are Curious, and un-familiar. Take ...
We chanced in passing by that afternoon To catch it in a sort of special picture Among tar-banded ancient cherry ...
It was the days of the slow roll, times when we dextrously dressed our hand-rolled cigarettes with a dearth of ...
These houres, and that which hovers o're my End, Into thy hands, and hart, lord, I commend. Take Both to ...
No cloud, no relique of the sunken day Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip Of sullen light, no obscure ...
Nothing of what I say may deviate the fall of a leaf. A word will not detain the other one. ...
And then life; and once again A house where I was born. Around us The granary above what once had ...
I remember, it was a morning, in summer, The window was half-open, I drew near, I could see my father ...
It had been four days of no weather as if nature had conceded its genius to the indoors. They'd closed ...
I don't know man trust is a precious thing a kind of humility Offer it to a snake and get ...
from Senlin: A Biography It is morning, Senlin says, and in the morning When the light drips through the shutters ...
EXPECT na, sir, in this narration, A fleechin, fleth'rin Dedication, To roose you up, an' ca' you guid, An' sprung ...
WHILE at the stook the shearers cow'r To shun the bitter blaudin' show'r, Or in gulravage rinnin scowr To pass ...
[As a Tribute of Esteem and Admiration this Poem is inscribed to ROBERT MERRY, Esq. A. M. Member of the ...
O, let me seize thy pen sublime That paints, in melting dulcet rhyme, The glowing pow'r, the magic art, Th' ...
Only a long, low-lying lane That follows to the misty sea, Across a bare and russet plain Where wild winds ...
Prelude Blue storm-clouds in hot heavens of mid-July Hung heavy, brooding over land and sea: Our hearts, a-tremble, throbbed in ...
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