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, ...
A forward rush by the lamp in the gloom, And we clasped, and almost kissed; But she was not the ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
As evening falls, The walls grow luminous and warm, the walls Tremble and glow with the lives within them moving, ...
The lamplit page is turned, the dream forgotten; The music changes tone, you wake, remember Deep worlds you lived before,-deep ...
Snow falls. The sky is grey, and sullenly glares With purple lights in the canyoned street. The fiery sign on ...
As evening falls, And the yellow lights leap one by one Along high walls; And along black streets that glisten ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
Up high black walls, up sombre terraces, Clinging like luminous birds to the sides of cliffs, The yellow lights went ...
The snow floats down upon us, mingled with rain . . . It eddies around pale lilac lamps, and falls ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
He chanted a song of wizardry, Of piercing, opening, of treachery, Revealing, uncovering, betraying. Then sudden Felagund there swaying Sang ...
Earendil was a mariner that tarried in Arvernien; he built a boat of timber felled in Nimbrethil to journey in; ...
Between the green bud and the red Youth sat and sang by Time, and shed From eyes and tresses flowers ...
First, London, for its myriads; for its height, Manhattan heaped in towering stalagmite; But Paris for the smoothness of the ...
My spirit only lived to look on Beauty's face, As only when they clasp the arms seem served aright; As ...
My flask of wine was ruby red And swift I ran my sweet to see; With eyes that snapped delight ...
I LOVE to be warm by the red fireside, I love to be wet with rain: I love to be ...
Does the wind sing in your ears at night, in the town, Rattling the windows and doors of the cheap-built ...
Childhood sleeps in a verandah room in an iron bed close to the wall where the winter over the railing ...
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