Hiawatha’s Fishing (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
Forth upon the Gitche Gumee, On the shining Big-Sea-Water, With his fishing-line of cedar, Of the twisted bark of cedar, ...
Forth upon the Gitche Gumee, On the shining Big-Sea-Water, With his fishing-line of cedar, Of the twisted bark of cedar, ...
When descends on the Atlantic The gigantic Storm-wind of the equinox, Landword in his wrath he scourges The toiling surges, ...
The sea awoke at midnight from its sleep, And round the pebbly beaches far and wide I heard the first ...
Once, on a glittering ice-field, ages and ages ago, Ung, a maker of pictures, fashioned an image of snow. Fashioned ...
I met my mates in the morning (and oh, but I am old!) Where roaring on the ledges the summer ...
1930 When the grey geese heard the Fool's tread Too near to where they lay, They lifted neither voice nor ...
We have now won two world-wars, neither of which concerned us, we were slipped in. We have levelled the powers ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
Behind faces and gestures We remain mute And spoken words heavy With what we ignore or keep silent Betray us ...
Where the rough Caigra rolls the surgy wave, Urging his thunders thro' the echoing cave; Where the sharp rocks, in ...
As sure as prehistoric fish grew legs and sauntered off the beaches into forests working up some irregular verbs for ...
I said goodbye to Beale Street one year, eyes hurting from the painful contrast of stark white on black - ...
Behind faces and gestures We remain mute And spoken words heavy With what we ignore or keep silent Betray us ...
And then life; and once again A house where I was born. Around us The granary above what once had ...
I walked into the night-club in the morning; There was kummel on the handle of the door. The ashtrays were ...
I leave the office, take the stairs, in time to mail a letter before 3 in the afternoon--the last dispatch. ...
On the fair green hills of Rio There grows a fearful stain: The poor who come to Rio And can't ...
The state with the prettiest name, the state that floats in brackish water, held together by mangrave roots that bear ...
Days that cannot bring you near or will not, Distance trying to appear something more obstinate, argue argue argue with ...
I imagine Nice and topless beaches, women smoking and reading novels in the sun. I pretend I am comfortable undressing ...
Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below! Now my brothers call from the bay, Now the great ...
1. The dark socket of the year the pit, the cave where the sun lies down and threatens never to ...
The photographic chamber of the eye records bare painted walls, while an electric light lays the chromium nerves of plumbing ...
They came from the lower levels Deep down in the Brilliant mine; From the wastes where the whirlwind revels, Whirling ...
When everything was fine And the notion of sin had vanished And the earth was ready In universal peace To ...
Since I don't know who will be reading this or even if it will be read, I must invent someone ...
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