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, ...
As the night was falling slowly down on city, town and bush, From a slum in Jones's Alley sloped the ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
The deer were bounding like blown leaves Under the smoke in front the roaring wave of the brush-fire; I thought ...
For Heinrich Blucher and Hannah Arendt Composed in the Tower before his execution These moving verses, and being brought at ...
COVER thy spacious heavens, Zeus, With clouds of mist, And, like the boy who lops The thistles' heads, Disport with ...
What could be dafter Than John Skelton's laughter? What sound more tenderly Than his pretty poetry? So where to rank ...
AN IDYLL Back from the Somme two Fusiliers Limped painfully home; the elder said, S. "Robert, I've lived three thousand ...
The gold-hoarder walked in his palace park and with him walked his troubles. And over his head hovered worries as ...
Alone I wake each morning, With no one there to play; I would rather just stay in bed, And forget ...
Power in our witness when we are painfully honest remembering evil the challenges in our lives Showing by our witness ...
Coming before God in humble submission painfully confessing our sin before him Our redemption in repenting admitting our brokenness offering ...
Coming to our savior coming on our knees humbly, as a sinner approaching the rugged cross Knowing our stain that ...
The story of so many who try to be faithful yet staring at calamity capricious and cruel in reading Job ...
In our prayers, in stopping to give thanks certain to honor God, to whom we are thankful from whom all ...
The words of our forefathers, at the first Thanksgiving at the beginning of our nation in the midst of civil ...
When by thy scorn, O murd'ress, I am dead, And that thou think'st thee free From all solicitation from me, ...
The line breaks and the guns go under, The lords and the lackeys ride the plain; I draw deep breaths ...
You know the brick path in the back of the house, the one you see from the kitchen window, the ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
As the kindling glances, Queen-like and clear, Which the bright moon lances From her tranquil sphere At the sleepless waters ...
Marriage is not a house or even a tent it is before that, and colder: The edge of the forest, ...
I The face, which, duly as the sun, Rose up for me with life begun, To mark all bright hours ...
Who, if I cried out, would hear me among the angels' hierarchies? and even if one of them suddenly pressed ...
O trees of life, oh, what when winter comes? We are not of one mind. Are not like birds in ...
Little things that no one needs -- Little things to joke about -- Little landscapes, done in beads. Little morals, ...
It is common knowledge to every schoolboy and even every Bachelor of Arts, That all sin is divided into two ...
Remember thee! yes, while there's life in this heart, It shall never forget thee, all lorn as thou art; More ...
It is the longest night in all the year, Near on the day when the Lord Christ was born; Six ...
The ArgumentA certain man having landed on an island in the Greek sea, found there a beautifuldamsel, whom he would ...
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