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, ...
Truly ye come of The Blood; slower to bless than to ban; Little used to lie down at the bidding ...
Ahasuerus Jenkins of the "Operatic Own," Was dowered with a tenor voice of super-Santley tone. His views on equitation were, ...
O bella bionda, Sei come l'onda! Of cool sweet dew and radiance mild The moon a web of silence weaves ...
My window shews the travelling clouds, Leaves spent, new seasons, alter'd sky, The making and the melting crowds: The whole ...
Crossing the frontier they were stopped in time, Told, quite politely, they would have to wait: Passports in order, nothing ...
I -- A Pleasant Afternoon for Michael Brownstein and Dick Gallup One day 3 poets and 60 ears sat under ...
THE Lombard princes oft pervade my mind; The present tale Boccace relates you'll find; Agiluf was the noble monarch's name; ...
They talked to me again today, they spoke in gentle tones and said the things I ought to hear then ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
THE SIMPLE Bard, rough at the rustic plough, Learning his tuneful trade from ev'ry bough; The chanting linnet, or the ...
From the wrinkle between my brows You watch till day breaks On my face The waxen night Is beginning to ...
Passing away, saith the World, passing away: Chances, beauty and youth, sapp'd day by day: Thy life never continueth in ...
Her mind lives in a quiet room, A narrow room, and tall, With pretty lamps to quench the gloom And ...
We crossed to the other side, the burgee of the boat ceased flapping and lagged behind like a dead wing. ...
Here I lean over you, small son, sleeping Warm in my arms, And I con to my heart all your ...
Love is enough: through the trouble and tangle From yesterday's dawning to yesterday's night I sought through the vales where ...
Oblig'd by frequent visits of this man, Whom as Priest, Poet, and Musician, I for some branch of Melchizedeck took, ...
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill ...
O God, my dream! I dreamed that you were dead; Your mother hung above the couch and wept Whereon you ...
Aug. 13. 1653. Lord in thine anger do not reprehend me Nor in thy hot displeasure me correct; Pity me ...
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