Picture-Writing (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
In those days said Hiawatha, "Lo! how all things fade and perish! From the memory of the old men Pass ...
In those days said Hiawatha, "Lo! how all things fade and perish! From the memory of the old men Pass ...
On the shores of Gitche Gumee, Of the shining Big-Sea-Water, Stood Nokomis, the old woman, Pointing with her finger westward, ...
Only on me, the lonely one, The unending stars of the night shine, The stone fountain whispers its magic song, ...
(for matt - 15) in the first seven years you choose your howdah having by then bare inklings of a ...
A prince stood on the balcony of his palace addressing a great multitude summoned for the occasion and said, "Let ...
Unit, like Death, for Whom? True, like the Tomb, Who tells no secret Told to Him -- The Grave is ...
The stem of a departed Flower Has still a silent rank. The Bearer from an Emerald Court Of a Despatch ...
The Banker's Fate They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care; They pursued it with forks and hope; ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
Barbarous insult to Yeats' memory and Claudel's Allen, thank God you are dead, you who breathed the air of Apollinaire, ...
1 I SING the Body electric; The armies of those I love engirth me, and I engirth them; They will ...
The seed-at-zero shall not storm That town of ghosts, the trodden womb, With her rampart to his tapping, No god-in-hero ...
Let Elizur rejoice with the Partridge, who is a prisoner of state and is proud of his keepers. Let Shedeur ...
I O THOU, that sit'st upon a throne, With harp of high majestic tone, To praise the King of kings; ...
Thus can my love excuse the slow offence Of my dull bearer when from thee I speed: From where thou ...
Thus can my love excuse the slow offence Of my dull bearer, when from thee I speed: From where thou ...
'Twas on the 26th of August, the sun was burning hot, In the year of 1346, which will never be ...
Through thick Arcadian woods a hunter went, Following the beasts upon a fresh spring day; But since his horn-tipped bow ...
Hot August noon: already on that day Since sunrise through the Wiltshire downs, most sad Of mouth and eye, he ...
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