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 diggings were just in their glory when Alister Cameron came, With recommendations, he told me, from friends and a ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
From this bleeding hand of mine, Take this sprig of Eglantine: Which, though sweet unto your smell, Yet the fretful ...
Come, sit we under yonder tree, Where merry as the maids we'll be; And as on primroses we sit, We'll ...
One heavy day I ran away from the grim face of society and the dizzying clamor of the city and ...
The gleanings of the pruning that the trees would be more fruitful a sprig of apple limbs fallen to the ...
The winter afternoon bright and sunny the green against the gray the eastern hemlock luminous on the asphalt shining drawing ...
A dab of glue A sprig of fir A bit of ribbon Craft fair at home. A perfect present, Knick ...
Frozen in her icy grasp captured in the frigid stillness coated by layer on layer a blanket of white, of ...
She was thinner, with a mannered gauntness as she paused just inside the double glass doors to survey the room, ...
There's something quieter than sleep Within this inner room! It wears a sprig upon its breast -- And will not ...
You know the brick path in the back of the house, the one you see from the kitchen window, the ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
FROM the white-blossom'd sloe my dear Chloris requested A sprig, her fair breast to adorn: No, by Heavens! I exclaim'd, ...
THOU, Nature, partial Nature, I arraign; Of thy caprice maternal I complain. The peopled fold thy kindly care have found, ...
LATE crippl'd of an arm, and now a leg, About to beg a pass for leave to beg; Dull, listless, ...
Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd, I said, Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The dog-star ...
There lived in Munich a poor, weakly youth, But for the exact date, I cannot vouch for the truth, And ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
song Fauc1 First. Chorus. Th' Astrologers own Eyes are set, And even Wolves the Sheep forget; Only ...
One sweet pound of filet mignon sizzles on the roadside. Let's say a hundred yards below the buzzard. The buzzard ...
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