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, ...
Can it be the sun descending O'er the level plain of water? Or the Red Swan floating, flying, Wounded by ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
O cool is the valley now And there, love, will we go For many a choir is singing now Where ...
Terrifying are the attent sleek thrushes on the lawn, More coiled steel than living - a poised Dark deadly eye, ...
Two lovers by a moss-grown spring: They leaned soft cheeks together there, Mingled the dark and sunny hair, And heard ...
Though loth to grieve The evil time's sole patriot, I cannot leave My buried thought For the priest's cant, Or ...
FEBRUARY, 1917 I never thought again to hear The Oxford thrushes singing clear, Amid the February rain, Their sweet, indomitable ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
Farewell to the bushy clump close to the river And the flags where the butter-bump hides in forever; Farewell to ...
Good-bye, good-bye to Summer! For Summer's nearly done; The garden smiling faintly, Cool breezes in the sun; Our Thrushes now ...
Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young ...
The fields are chill, the sparse rain has stopped; The colours of Spring teem on every side. With leaping fish ...
There's a sunny Southern land, And it's there that I would be Where the big hills stand, In the South ...
As I lie at rest on a patch of clover In the Western Park when the day is done. I ...
Down by the beautiful Lakes of Killarney, Off times I have met my own dear Barney, In the sweet summer ...
Kind Christians, pray list to me, And I'll relate a sad story, Concerning a little blind girl, only nine years ...
I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover ...
I am lived. I am died. I was two-leafed three times, and grazed, but then I was stemmed and multiplied, ...
Hot August noon: already on that day Since sunrise through the Wiltshire downs, most sad Of mouth and eye, he ...
But, learning now that they would have her speak, She threw her wet hair backward from her brow, Her hand ...
IT'S a warm wind, the west wind, full of birds' cries; I never hear the west wind but tears are ...
When June comes dancing o'er the death of May, With scarlet roses tinting her green breast, And mating thrushes ushering ...
The vivid grass with visible delight Springing triumphant from the pregnant earth, The butterflies, and sparrows in brief flight Chirping ...
My love looks like a girl to-night, But she is old. The plaits that lie along her pillow Are not ...
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