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, ...
You came to me bearing bright roses, Red like the wine of your heart; You twisted them into a garland ...
At sixteen I believed the moonlight could change me if it would. I moved my head on the pillow, even ...
They lie, the men who tell us for reasons of their own That want is here a stranger, and that ...
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion ...
Frail the white rose and frail are Her hands that gave Whose soul is sere and paler Than time's wan ...
You have beheld a smiling rose When virgins' hands have drawn O'er it a cobweb-lawn: And here, you see, this ...
I sat all morning in the college sick bay Counting bells knelling classes to a close. At two o'clock our ...
My Portion is Defeat -- today -- A paler luck than Victory -- Less Paeans -- fewer Bells -- The ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
You read-what is it, then that you are reading? What music moves so silently in your mind? Your bright hand ...
I CALL no Goddess to inspire my strains, A fabled Muse may suit a bard that feigns: Friend of my ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
She stands full-throated and with careless pose, This woman of a weird and waning race, The tragic savage lurking in ...
Heigh ho! to sleep I vainly try; Since twelve I haven't closed an eye, And now it's three, and as ...
Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel ...
LONG TIME I LAY IN LITTLE EASE LONG time I lay in little ease Where, placed by the Turanian, Marseilles, ...
High, on the Solitude of Alpine Hills, O'er-topping the grand imag'ry of Nature, Where one eternal winter seem'd to reign; ...
Red lips are not so red As the stained stones kissed by the English dead. Kindness of wooed and wooer ...
The browns, the olives, and the yellows died, And were swept up to heaven; where they glowed Each dawn and ...
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