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, ...
SAY not the Poet dies! Though in the dust he lies, He cannot forfeit his melodious breath, Unsphered by envious ...
HER hands are cold; her face is white; No more her pulses come and go; Her eyes are shut to ...
Pale beech and pine-tree blue, Set in one clay, Bough to bough cannot you Bide out your day? When the ...
One song, of praise to our God all with different voices the bleat of the sheep the buzz of the ...
The window open next to me early May morning in the office three of the kittens, all the boys squeezed ...
She was very strange, and beautiful, as the violet mist upon the hills before night falls when the hoot owl ...
DEAR SMITH, the slee'st, pawkie thief, That e'er attempted stealth or rief! Ye surely hae some warlock-brief Owre human hearts; ...
MY lov'd, my honour'd, much respected friend! No mercenary bard his homage pays; With honest pride, I scorn each selfish ...
1 O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done; The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought ...
These annual bills! these annual bills! How many a song their discord trills Of "truck" consumed, enjoyed, forgot, Since I ...
Mother of man's time-travelling generations, Breath of his nostrils, heartblood of his heart, God above all Gods worshipped of all ...
STILL I love to rhyme, and still more, rhyming, to wander Far from the commoner way; Old-time trills and falls ...
WHEN the morning breaks above us And the wild sweet stars have fled, By the faery hands that love us ...
O'ER fallow plains and fertile meads, AURORA lifts the torch of day; The shad'wy brow of Night recedes, Cold dew-drops ...
Mother, mother, what ill-bred aunt Or what disfigured and unsightly Cousin did you so unwisely keep Unasked to my christening, ...
I. The Minor Poet His little trills and chirpings were his best. No music like the nightingale's was born Within ...
Today your things depart. Your faience cup fell off the table at sunrise and cracked. Your old grey dog did ...
Perplexed and troubled at his bad success The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply, Discovered in his fraud, thrown ...
Alfonso is a handsome bronze-hued lad Of subtly-changing and surprising parts; His moods are storms that frighten and make glad, ...
The vivid grass with visible delight Springing triumphant from the pregnant earth, The butterflies, and sparrows in brief flight Chirping ...
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