Teatro Bambino. Dublin, N. H. (Amy Lowell Poem)
How still it is! Sunshine itself here falls In quiet shafts of light through the high trees Which, arching, make ...
How still it is! Sunshine itself here falls In quiet shafts of light through the high trees Which, arching, make ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
Ten miles down Reedy River A pool of water lies, And all the year it mirrors The changes in the ...
Full of wrath was Hiawatha When he came into the village, Found the people in confusion, Heard of all the ...
Forth upon the Gitche Gumee, On the shining Big-Sea-Water, With his fishing-line of cedar, Of the twisted bark of cedar, ...
On the shores of Gitche Gumee, Of the shining Big-Sea-Water, Stood Nokomis, the old woman, Pointing with her finger westward, ...
1 I carved your name on my watchband with my fingernail. Where I am, you know, I don't have a ...
The wind comes whispering to me of the country green and cool-- Of redwing blackbirds chattering beside a reedy pool; ...
I went to turn the grass once after one Who mowed it in the dew before the sun. The dew ...
I flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying. I said, "Wait on, wait on, while I ride ...
Since you would claim the sources of my thought Recall the meshes whence it sprang unlimed, The reedy traps which ...
LIFE ne'er exulted in so rich a prize, As Burnet, lovely from her native skies; Nor envious death so triumph'd ...
'Tis night; the mercenary tyrants sleep As undisturb'd as Justice! but no more The wretched Slave, as on his native ...
Music of whispering trees Hushed by a broad-winged breeze Where shaken water gleams; And evening radiance falling With reedy bird-notes ...
CALL it to mind, O my love. Dear were your eyes as the day, Bright as the day and the ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
As the gods began one world, and man another, So the snakecharmer begins a snaky sphere With moon-eye, mouth-pipe, He ...
'Twas in scientific circles That the great Professor Brown Had a world-wide reputation As a writer of renown. He had ...
I The air is silent save where stirs A bugling breeze among the firs; The virgin world in white array ...
Come, let us to the sunways of the west, Hasten, while crystal dews the rose-cups fill, Let us dream dreams ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
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