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, ...
Since that first morning when I crawled into the world, a naked grubby thing, and found the world unkind, my ...
A.D. 980-1016 It is always a temptation to an armed and agile nation To call upon a neighbour and to ...
"You must choose between me and your cigar." -- BREACH OF PROMISE CASE, CIRCA 1885. Open the old cigar-box, get ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
I have been reading Pomfret's "Choice" this spring, A pretty kind of--sort of--kind of thing, Not much a verse, and ...
(for matt - 15) in the first seven years you choose your howdah having by then bare inklings of a ...
let's all go to the party friends where left over bottles and stale fag-ends are proudly on offer from the ...
heeley (sheffield) autumn 1988 dodging the broken bottles dog-shit the pavement spew i wheel my young son matthew through the ...
18 if you want a revolution attack symbols not systems - the simple forms that (blithely) give the truth away ...
Back from the line one night in June, I gave a dinner at Bethune- Seven courses, the most gorgeous meal ...
When we puff ourselves up go our separate ways following other gods led utterly astray Forgetting our station the distance ...
In the whole garden like screens of green plane of green rising into the morning sun a single poppy more ...
Yesterday, today, each time I walked by a tiny bit of down, a feather nestled in the gutter, in the ...
He took a quick puff as he walked along headphones on, a quick puff not really breathing in for affect ...
The morning glories, in afternoon glory shining in the bright fall sun luminescent, transparent, translucent colors bleeding through their skin ...
A sheen of yellow on the glass the hood, the roof, the ground oak tree above, golden below heavy flour ...
He watched me oh so closely as I stalked him, took shot after shot the staccato of the shutter caused ...
Oh, she was sad, oh, she was sad. She didn't mean to do it. Certain thrills stay tucked in your ...
The monster has escaped from the dungeon where he was kept by the Baron, who made him with knobs sticking ...
The three stood listening to a fresh access Of wind that caught against the house a moment, Gulped snow, and ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
As one who strives a hill to climb, Who never climbed before: Who finds it, in a little time, Grow ...
"OH, when I was a little Ghost, A merry time had we! Each seated on his favourite post, We chumped ...
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
we have everything and we have nothing and some men do it in churches and some men do it by ...
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