An Opera House (Amy Lowell Poem)
Within the gold square of the proscenium arch, A curtain of orange velvet hangs in stiff folds, Its tassels jarring ...
Within the gold square of the proscenium arch, A curtain of orange velvet hangs in stiff folds, Its tassels jarring ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
For C.G.B. When she came on, you couldn't keep your seat; Fighting your way up through the orchestra, Tup-heavy bumpkin, ...
It begins again, the nocturnal pulse. It courses through the cables laid for it. It mounts to the chandeliers and ...
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
song of sea-leaves in an orchestra of foam branches of violins sprayed across the mind what is magnetic in a ...
Not for some specific gift some desire of the heart choosing to be thankful in how I walk the earth ...
Like a growing chorus the orchestra coming in tune the many voicing rising joining in one song As each believer ...
Knowing we belong not knowing our part yet into the orchestra feeling your calling the Spirit deep within Humble, waiting ...
Like trumpets of the Levites sounding their call calling at the tent of the meeting the tulips before the church ...
There's a breathless hush on the freeway tonight Beyond the ledges of concrete restaurants fall into dreams with candlelight couples ...
Of all the Sounds despatched abroad, There's not a Charge to me Like that old measure in the Boughs -- ...
Like Some Old fashioned Miracle When Summertime is done -- Seems Summer's Recollection And the Affairs of June As infinite ...
Old King Cole Was a merry old soul And a merry old soul was he He called for his pipe ...
With saddest music all day long She soothed her secret sorrow: At night she sighed "I fear 'twas wrong Such ...
The neighbors' dog will not stop barking. He is barking the same high, rhythmic bark that he barks every time ...
ANOTHER METHOD OF MAKING WALNUT CATSUP And this is a very small cookbook for Trout Fishing in America as if ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
a symphony orchestra. there is a thunderstorm, they are playing a Wagner overture and the people leave their seats under ...
Lo! 'tis a gala night Within the lonesome latter years. An angel throng, bewinged, bedight In veils, and drowned in ...
My friends without shields walk on the target It is late the windows are breaking My friends without shoes leave ...
When she says Margarita she means Daiquiri. When she says quixotic she means mercurial. And when she says, "I'll never ...
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