After Hearing a Waltz by Bartok (Amy Lowell Poem)
But why did I kill him? Why? Why? In the small, gilded room, near the stair? My ears rack and ...
But why did I kill him? Why? Why? In the small, gilded room, near the stair? My ears rack and ...
Good ev'nin', Mis' Priest. I jest stepped in to tell you Good-bye. Yes, it's all over. All my things is ...
I pray to be the tool which to your hand Long use has shaped and moulded till it be Apt ...
The Bell in the convent tower swung. High overhead the great sun hung, A navel for the curving sky. The ...
How long shall I tarnish the mirror of life, A spatter of rust on its polished steel! The seasons reel ...
I How fresh the Dartle's little waves that day! A steely silver, underlined with blue, And flashing where the round ...
What charm is yours, you faded old-world tapestries, Of outworn, childish mysteries, Vague pageants woven on a web of dream! ...
Thou dear and well-loved haunt of happy hours, How often in some distant gallery, Gained by a little painful spiral ...
I How the slates of the roof sparkle in the sun, over there, over there, beyond the high wall! How ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
Slowly, without force, the rain drops into the city. It stops a moment on the carved head of Saint John, ...
What torture lurks within a single thought When grown too constant, and however kind, However welcome still, the weary mind ...
I learnt to write to you in happier days, And every letter was a piece I chipped From off my ...
Part First Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door. A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind Swirled through the trees, ...
The Fool Errant sat by the highway of life And his gaze wandered up and his gaze wandered down, A ...
The path runs straight between the flowering rows, A moonlit path, hemmed in by beds of bloom, Where phlox and ...
Paul Jannes was working very late, For this watch must be done by eight To-morrow or the Cardinal Would certainly ...
Life! Austere arbiter of each man's fate, By whom he learns that Nature's steadfast laws Are as decrees immutable; O ...
Hold your soul open for my welcoming. Let the quiet of your spirit bathe me With its clear and rippled ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
Be not angry with me that I bear Your colours everywhere, All through each crowded street, And meet The wonder-light ...
A face seen passing in a crowded street, A voice heard singing music, large and free; And from that moment ...
Cross-ribboned shoes; a muslin gown, High-waisted, girdled with bright blue; A straw poke bonnet which hid the frown She pluckered ...
Must all of worth be travailled for, and those Life's brightest stars rise from a troubled sea? Must years go ...
Before the Altar, bowed, he stands With empty hands; Upon it perfumed offerings burn Wreathing with smoke the sacrificial urn. ...
Some men there are who find in nature all Their inspiration, hers the sympathy Which spurs them on to any ...
Life is a stream On which we strew Petal by petal the flower of our heart; The end lost in ...
On winter nights beside the nursery fire We read the fairy tale, while glowing coals Builded its pictures. There before ...
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