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 ...
Slowly, without force, the rain drops into the city. It stops a moment on the carved head of Saint John, ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
The nursery fire burns brightly, crackling in cheerful little explosions and trails of sparks up the back of the chimney. ...
Since that first morning when I crawled into the world, a naked grubby thing, and found the world unkind, my ...
What could be dafter Than John Skelton's laughter? What sound more tenderly Than his pretty poetry? So where to rank ...
IN life oft ills from self-imprudence spring; As proof, Candaules' story we will bring; In folly's scenes the king was ...
There were three in the meadow by the brook Gathering up windrows, piling cocks of hay, With an eye always ...
A crystalline awakening on the plateau, the crisp air as brittle as new celery snaps with expectancy. The cold clings ...
I part the out thrusting branches and come in beneath the blessed and the blessing trees. Though I am silent ...
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
A Rock, A River, A Tree Hosts to species long since departed, Mark the mastodon. The dinosaur, who left dry ...
I Eddie Linden Dear Eddie we've not met Except upon the written page And at your age the wonder Is ...
I I, in my intricate image, stride on two levels, Forged in man's minerals, the brassy orator Laying my ghost ...
Evening was in the wood, louring with storm. A time of drought had sucked the weedy pool And baked the ...
You like my bird-sung gardens: wings and flowers; Calm landscapes for emotion; star-lit lawns; And Youth against the sun-rise ... ...
In flat America, in Chicago, Graceland cemetery on the German North Side. Forty feet of Corinthian candle celebrate Pullman embedded ...
Here are two pupils whose moons of black transform to cripples all who look: each lovely lady who peers inside ...
Needle, needle, dip and dart, Thrusting up and down, Where's the man could ease a heart Like a satin gown? ...
So, art thou feahered, art thou flown, Thou naked thing?-and canst alone Upon the unsolid summer air Sustain thyself, and ...
Out of the earth to rest or range Perpetual in perpetual change, The unknown passing through the strange. Water and ...
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