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, ...
"As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman; Though she bends him, she obeys him, ...
X. Hiawatha's Wooing "As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman, Though she bends him, ...
This nothingness that feeds upon itself: Pencils that turn to water in the hand, Parts of a sentence, hanging in ...
WITH palette laden She sat, as I passed her, A dainty maiden Before an Old Master. What mountain-top is She ...
Boaz, overcome with weariness, by torchlight made his pallet on the threshing floor where all day he had worked, and ...
The harbingers are come. See, see their mark; White is their colour; and behold my head. -- George Herbert Long ...
1. Sunlight There was a sunlit absence. The helmeted pump in the yard heated its iron, water honeyed in the ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
Fall fell: so that's it for the leaf poetry: some flurries have whitened the edges of roads and lawns: time ...
At the time when the stars are grey, And the gold of the molten moon Fades, and the twilight is ...
IN a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland, At the sea-down's edge between windward and lee, Walled round ...
In a vision Liberty stood By the childless charm-stricken bed Where, barren of glory and good, Knowing nought if she ...
CALL it to mind, O my love. Dear were your eyes as the day, Bright as the day and the ...
The opening scene. The yellow, coal-fed fog Uncurling over the tainted city river, A young girl rowing and her anxious ...
The shades of night had fallen at last, When through the house a shadow passed, That once had been the ...
In a little town in Devonshire, in the mellow September moonlight, A gentleman passing along a street saw a pitiful ...
Never, never again? Not on nights filled with quivering stars, or during dawn's maiden brightness or afternoons of sacrifice? Or ...
But, learning now that they would have her speak, She threw her wet hair backward from her brow, Her hand ...
My brother comes home from work and climbs the stairs to our room. I can hear the bed groan and ...
2 a.m. December, and still no mon rising from the river. My mother home from the beer garden stands before ...
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