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, ...
Queen and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in ...
Queen and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair State in ...
Queen and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair State in ...
All human things are subject to decay, And, when Fate summons, monarchs must obey: This Flecknoe found, who, like Augustus, ...
The cruelty of P. L. Brown- (He had ten toes as good as mine) Was known to every one in ...
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem My ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
An imaginary composer.] I. Hist, but a word, fair and soft! Forth and be judged, Master Hugues! Answer the question ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
IF God compel thee to this destiny, To die alone, with none beside thy bed To ruffle round with sobs ...
Thou comest! all is said without a word. I sit beneath thy looks, as children do In the noon-sun, with ...
In these deep solitudes and awful cells, Where heav'nly-pensive contemplation dwells, And ever-musing melancholy reigns; What means this tumult in ...
XX Lawrence, of virtuous father virtuous son, Now that the fields are dank, and ways are mire, Where shall we ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
Lawrence, of virtuous father virtuous son, Now that the fields are dank, and ways are mire, Where shall we sometimes ...
As one who in his journey bates at noon, Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel paused Betwixt the ...
O'RE the smooth enameld green Where no print of step hath been, Follow me as I sing, And touch the ...
XVII Lawrence of vertuous Father vertuous Son, Now that the Fields are dank, and ways are mire, Where shall we ...
In this Monody the author bewails a learned Friend, unfortunately drowned in his passage from Chester on the Irish Seas, ...
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