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, ...
Those long uneven lines Standing as patiently As if they were stretched outside The Oval or Villa Park, The crowns ...
I There is a house with ivied walls, And mullioned windows worn and old, And the long dwellers in those ...
THERE was a wooer blithe and gay, A son of France was he,-- Who in his arms for many a ...
With one consuming roar along the shingle The long wave claws and rakes the pebbles down To where its backwash ...
I. That was I, you heard last night, When there rose no moon at all, Nor, to pierce the strained ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
(As Distinguished by an Italian Person of Quality) I Had I but plenty of money, money enough and to spare, ...
Vanity, saith the preacher, vanity! Draw round my bed: is Anselm keeping back? Nephews -- sons mine -- ah God, ...
At six o'clock we were waiting for coffee, waiting for coffee and the charitable crumb that was going to be ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
I was a good father to my people, Their houses among the terraced hills Adored God every day, grape-clusters on ...
1 AFOOT and light-hearted, I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path ...
When a girl's sixteen, and as poor as she's pretty, And she hasn't a friend and she hasn't a home, ...
Oh, I was born a lyric babe (That last word is a bore - It's only rhyme is astrolabe," Whose ...
MY Martial owns a garden, famed to please, Beyond the glades of the Hesperides; Along Janiculum lies the chosen block ...
HE lived on the wings of storm. The ashes are in Chihuahua. Out of Ludlow and coal towns in Colorado ...
Since yesterday had throw me and bolt, Today has hurt my heart even more. The autumn wildgeese have a long ...
Est brevitate opus, ut currat sententia, neu se Impediat verbis lassas onerantibus aures: Et sermone opus est modo tristi, saepe ...
All summer we moved in a villa brimful of echos, Cool as the pearled interior of a conch. Bells, hooves, ...
furnished rooms, flats, a hayloft, a tent, motels, under a table, under an overturned rowboat, in a villa (briefly) but ...
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