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, ...
Hurree Chunder Mookerjee, pride of Bow Bazaar, Owner of a native press, "Barrishter-at-Lar," Waited on the Government with a claim ...
We find out the heart only by dismantling what the heart knows. By redefining the morning, we find a morning ...
OFT have I seen in wedlock with surprise, That most forgot from which true bliss would rise When marriage for ...
Glassmakers, at century's end, compounded metallic lusters in reference to natural sheens (dragonfly and beetle wings, marbled light on kerosene) ...
Eighty Lonely in his great age, Henry's old friend leaned on his burning cane while hÃs old friend was hymnéd ...
Unfunny uncles who insist in trying on a lady's hat, --oh, even if the joke falls flat, we share your ...
WHILE briers an' woodbines budding green, An' paitricks scraichin loud at e'en, An' morning poussie whiddin seen, Inspire my muse, ...
You cannot change the world, But you can present the world with one improved person -- Yourself. You can go ...
The Greatest Writer of to-day (With Maupassant I almost set him) Said to me in a weary way, The last ...
DOWN between the walls of shadow Where the iron laws insist, The hunger voices mock. The worn wayfaring men With ...
Old Eben Flood, climbing alone one night Over the hill between the town below And the forsaken upland hermitage That ...
You are a friend then, as I make it out, Of our man Shakespeare, who alone of us Will put ...
"Do I hear them? Yes, I hear the children singing-and what of it? Have you come with eyes afire to ...
"Whether all towns and all who live in them- So long as they be somewhere in this world That we ...
Overnight, very Whitely, discreetly, Very quietly Our toes, our noses Take hold on the loam, Acquire the air. Nobody sees ...
To Jena Woodhouse This way of minutes miserably mixed With their own blinks misunderstood By birds and trees, this eye-born ...
Even as we speak, there's a smoker's cough from behind the whitethorn hedge: we stop dead in our tracks; a ...
Jenny, your mind commands kingdoms of black and white: you shoulder the crow on your left, the snowbird on your ...
And do you think that love itself, Living in such an ugly house, Can prosper long? We meet and part; ...
Can you imagine the air filled with smoke? It was. The city was vanishing before noon or was it earlier ...
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