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 ...
I The inkstand is full of ink, and the paper lies white and unspotted, in the round of light thrown ...
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
Slipping softly through the sky Little horned, happy moon, Can you hear me up so high? Will you come down ...
They lie, the men who tell us for reasons of their own That want is here a stranger, and that ...
Pet was never mourned as you, Purrer of the spotless hue, Plumy tail, and wistful gaze While you humoured our ...
The ocean heaves around us still With long and measured swell, The autumn gales our canvas fill, Our ship rides ...
Here in turn succeed and rule Carter, smith, and village fool, Then again the place is known As tavern, shop, ...
Full many a sinful notion Conceived of foreign powers Has come across the ocean To harm this land of ours; ...
We chanced in passing by that afternoon To catch it in a sort of special picture Among tar-banded ancient cherry ...
APENECK SWEENEY spreads his knees Letting his arms hang down to laugh, The zebra stripes along his jaw Swelling to ...
I have a Gumbie Cat in mind, her name is Jennyanydots; Her coat is of the tabby kind, with tiger ...
This is the place that I love the best, A little brown house, like a ground-bird's nest, Hid among grasses, ...
Her little head just topped the window-sill; She even mounted on a stool, maybe; She pressed against the pane, as ...
My garden robin in the Spring Was rapturous with glee, And followed me with wistful wing From pear to apple ...
SHE sits in the dust at the walls And makes cigars, Bending at the bench With fingers wage-anxious, Changing her ...
BEYOND the gates thou gav'st a field to till; I have a larger on my window-sill. A farm, d'ye say? ...
Troubled slumbering of things, the curtain blown aside by the gush of the salty wind, the advent of the tide ...
His fingers wake, and flutter up the bed. His eyes come open with a pull of will, Helped by the ...
In the wide bed Under the freen embroidered quilt With flowers and leaves always in soft motion She is like ...
While at her bedroom window once, Learning her task for school, Little Louisa lonely sat In the morning clear and ...
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