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, ...
The cloakroom pegs are empty now, And locked the classroom door, The hollow desks are lined with dust, And slow ...
I Never a careworn wife but shows, If a joy suffuse her, Something beautiful to those Patient to peruse her, ...
They hail me as one living, But don't they know That I have died of late years, Untombed although? I ...
WHENCE comes our friend so hastily, ...
Achievin' sech distinction with his moddel tabble dote Ez to make his Red Hoss Mountain restauraw a place uv note, ...
THE change of food enjoyment is to man; In this, t'include the woman is my plan. I cannot guess why ...
THE husband's dire mishap, and silly maid, In ev'ry age, have proved the fable's aid; The fertile subject never will ...
I long to talk with some old lover's ghost, Who died before the God of Love was born: I cannot ...
I know a place where Summer strives With such a practised Frost -- She -- each year -- leads her ...
Going to Him! Happy letter! Tell Him -- Tell Him the page I didn't write -- Tell Him -- I ...
Our lives were founded on this rock, this Jessie of Gibraltar Whose unfailing love endured beyond her ample nursing, And ...
"OH, when I was a little Ghost, A merry time had we! Each seated on his favourite post, We chumped ...
He thought he saw an Elephant, That practised on a fife: He looked again, and found it was A letter ...
He thought he saw an Elephant That practised on a fife: He looked again, and found it was A letter ...
They pointed me out on the highway, and they said 'That man has a curious way of holding his head.' ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
Not under foreign skies Nor under foreign wings protected - I shared all this with my own people There, where ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
It was the lunatic poet escaped from the local asylum, Loudly he twanged on his banjo and sang with his ...
'Twas in a certain regiment of French Grenadiers, A touching and beautiful custom was observed many years; Which was meant ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
O, for that warning voice, which he, who saw The Apocalypse, heard cry in Heaven aloud, Then when the Dragon, ...
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