The Red Lacquer Music-Stand (Amy Lowell Poem)
A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since brought In some fast clipper-ship from China, quaintly wrought With bossed and carven ...
A music-stand of crimson lacquer, long since brought In some fast clipper-ship from China, quaintly wrought With bossed and carven ...
Thou dear and well-loved haunt of happy hours, How often in some distant gallery, Gained by a little painful spiral ...
Fish "So . . ." they said, With their wine-glasses delicately poised, Mocking at the thing they cannot understand. "So ...
"Honor be to Mudjekeewis!" Cried the warriors, cried the old men, When he came in triumph homeward With the sacred ...
IN summer dusk the valley lies With far-flung shadow veil; A cloud-sea laps the precipice Before the evening gale: The ...
a. Not of all my eyes see, wandering on the world, Is anything a milk to the mind so, so ...
[Goethe began to write an opera called Lowenstuhl, founded upon the old tradition which forms the subject of this Ballad, ...
The fire of love was burning, yet so low That in the dark we scarce could see its rays, And ...
The smouldering embers blush -- Oh Hearts within the Coal Hast thou survived so many years? The smouldering embers smile ...
I have never seen "Volcanoes" -- But, when Travellers tell How those old -- phlegmatic mountains Usually so still -- ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
Sinuously winding through the room On smokey tongues of sweetened cigarettes, -- Plaintive yet proud the cello tones resume The ...
Now is the time for the burning of the leaves, They go to the fire; the nostrils prick with smoke ...
Lough, vessel, plough the British main, Seek the free ocean's wider plain; Leave English scenes and English skies, Unbind, dissever ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
I heard an angel speak last night, And he said 'Write! Write a Nation's curse for me, And send it ...
Come all you little rouseabouts and climb upon my knee; To-day, you see, is Christmas Day, and so it's up ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
It fell in the year of Mutiny, At darkest of the night, John Nicholson by Jal?ndhar came, On his way ...
Here on a hill of the occident stand we shoulder to shoulder, Comrades tried and true through a mighty swath ...
You have become a forge of snow-white fire, A crucible of molten steel, O France! Your sons are stars who ...
The little pansies by the road have turned Away their purple faces and their gold, And evening has taken all ...
(IN THE BEGINNING) THE sun is a huntress young, The sun is a red, red joy, The sun is an ...
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