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, ...
Up attic, Lucas Harrison, God rest his frugal bones, once kept a tidy account by knifecut of some long-gone harvest. ...
NExt Heaven my Vows to thee (O Sacred Muse! ) I offer'd up, nor didst thou them refuse. O Queen ...
A Pathetic Ballad Ben Battle was a soldier bold, And used to war's alarms; But a cannon-ball took off his ...
Till I shall come again, let this suffice, I send my salt, my sacrifice To thee, thy lady, younglings, and ...
I. "Incense is hut a tribute for the gods,-- To mortals 'tis but poison." THE smoke that from thine altar ...
MY DEAR LADY GRANVILLE,-- THE reluctance which must naturally be felt by any one in venturing to give to the ...
She will be there, standing before the committee telling her story, the path that brought her there before those who ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
THE key, which opes the chest of hoarded gold. Unlocks the heart that favours would withhold. To this the god ...
What art thou, SPLEEN, which ev'ry thing dost ape? Thou Proteus to abus'd Mankind, Who never yet thy real Cause ...
Over the terminal, the arms and chest of the god brightened by snow. Formerly mercury, formerly silver, surface yellowed by ...
Thou youngest virgin-daughter of the skies, Made in the last promotion of the Blest; Whose palms, new pluck'd from Paradise, ...
To the Pious Memory of the Accomplished Young Lady, Mrs Anne Killigrew, Excellent in the Two Sister-arts of Poesy and ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
Upon this Primrose hill, Where, if Heav'n would distil A shower of rain, each several drop might go To his ...
For more than a billion years we've been nearly out of water; sincerely, a need repeatedly exposed in calamitous reports ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
Whenas-(I love that "whenas" word- It shows I am a poet, too,) Q. Horace Flaccus gaily stirred The welkin with ...
A Small Dream It was only a small dream of the Golden World, now you trot off to bed. I'll ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
YE Irish lords, ye knights an' squires, Wha represent our brughs an' shires, An' doucely manage our affairs In parliament, ...
WHILE new-ca'd kye rowte at the stake An' pownies reek in pleugh or braik, This hour on e'enin's edge I ...
Alas! England now mourns for her poet that's gone- The late and the good Lord Tennyson. I hope his soul ...
Ye Sons of Mars, it gives me great content To think there has been erected a handsome monument In memory ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl, When Adam waked, so ...
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
He made a line on the blackboard, one bold stroke from right to left diagonally downward and stood back to ...
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