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 said 'The world is going back to Paganism'. Oh bright Vision! I saw our dynasty in the bar ...
Playing her parchment moon Precosia comes along a watery path of laurels and crystal lights. The starless silence, fleeing from ...
1. Cogida and death At five in the afternoon. It was exactly five in the afternoon. A boy brought the ...
Two good friends had Hiawatha, Singled out from all the others, Bound to him in closest union, And to whom ...
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis, How the handsome Yenadizze Danced at Hiawatha's wedding; How the gentle Chibiabos, He the sweetest ...
INSCRIPTION FOR AN ANTIQUE PITCHER Come, old friend! sit down and listen! From the pitcher, placed between us, How the ...
If the water were clear enough, if the water were still, but the water is not clear, the water is ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
This darksome burn, horseback brown, His rollrock highroad roaring down, In coop and in comb the fleece of his foam ...
FLY, dearest, fly! He is not nigh! He who found thee one fair morn in Spring In the wood where ...
I Because I do not hope to turn again Because I do not hope Because I do not hope to ...
Although I put away his life -- An Ornament too grand For Forehead low as mine, to wear, This might ...
We should not mind so small a flower -- Except it quiet bring Our little garden that we lost Back ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
The Poseidonians forgot the Greek language after so many centuries of mingling with Tyrrhenians, Latins, and other foreigners. The only ...
He thinks her little feet should pass Where dandelions star thickly grass; Her hands should lift in sunlit air Sea-wind ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its tower Ticks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour: At the ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
In his cool hall, with haggard eyes, The Roman noble lay; He drove abroad, in furious guise, Along the Appian ...
She LIKE a serpent to the calling voice of flutes, Glides my heart into thy fingers, O my Love! Where ...
In memory of Dimitri Mitropoulos The harpist believes there is music in the skeletons of fish The French horn player ...
I sleep a lot and read St. Thomas Aquinas Or The Death of God (that's a Protestant book). To the ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
Applauding youths laughed with young prostitutes And watched her perfect, half-clothed body sway; Her voice was like the sound of ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
I asked the old Negro, "What is that bird that sings so well?" He answered: "That is the Rachel-Jane." "Hasn't ...
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