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 ...
NExt Heaven my Vows to thee (O Sacred Muse! ) I offer'd up, nor didst thou them refuse. O Queen ...
My garden blazes brightly with the rose-bush and the peach, And the koil sings above it, in the siris by ...
The blue jay scuffling in the bushes follows Some hidden purpose, and the gush of birds That spurts across the ...
You young friskies who today Jump and fight in Father's hay With bows and arrows and wooden spears, Playing at ...
Clothed with my savior Fed by the living water Guided by the Spirit Given my daily bread Nurtured in my ...
In the finery of God our every need met in wondrous grace Clothed like the lilies fed like the birds ...
Our life is a fire dampened, or a fire shut up in stone. --Jacob Boehme, De Incarnatione Verbi Outside everything ...
Pan came out of the woods one day,-- His skin and his hair and his eyes were gray, The gray ...
The ones that disappeared are back The Phoebe and the Crow Precisely as in March is heard The curtness of ...
The Jay his Castanet has struck Put on your muff for Winter The Tippet that ignores his voice Is impudent ...
No Brigadier throughout the Year So civic as the Jay -- A Neighbor and a Warrior too With shrill felicity ...
I suppose the time will come Aid it in the coming When the Bird will crowd the Tree And the ...
Answer July -- Where is the Bee -- Where is the Blush -- Where is the Hay? Ah, said July ...
A prompt -- executive Bird is the Jay -- Bold as a Bailiff's Hymn -- Brittle and Brief in quality ...
THE PROLOGUE. WHEN folk had laughed all at this nice case Of Absolon and Hendy Nicholas, Diverse folk diversely they ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...
When I led by zummer streams The pride o' Lea, as naighbours thought her, While the zun, wi' evenen beams, ...
When sycamore leaves wer a-spreaden Green-ruddy in hedges, Bezide the red doust o' the ridges, A-dried at Woak Hill; I ...
No, I'm a man, I'm vull a man, You beat my manhood, if you can. You'll be a man if ...
No, I'm a man, I'm vull a man, You beat my manhood, if you can. You'll be a man if ...
When I led by zummer streams The pride o' Lea, as naighbours thought her, While the zun, wi' evenen beams, ...
When sycamore leaves wer a-spreaden Green-ruddy in hedges, Bezide the red doust o' the ridges, A-dried at Woak Hill; I ...
The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and ...
"Thou thoughtest that I was altogether such a one as thyself." (David, Psalms 50.21) ['Will sprawl, now that the heat ...
Many setups. At least as many falls. Winter is paralyzing the country, but not here. Here, the boys are impersonating ...
Spring and Summer, Fall and Winter and Spring, After each other drifting, past my window drifting! And I lay so ...
A blue jay poses on a stake meant to support an apple tree newly planted. A strong wind on this ...
"O Trade! O Trade! would thou wert dead! The Time needs heart -- 'tis tired of head: We're all for ...
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