The Poet’s Calendar (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
January Janus am I; oldest of potentates; Forward I look, and backward, and below I count, as god of avenues ...
January Janus am I; oldest of potentates; Forward I look, and backward, and below I count, as god of avenues ...
Vogelweid the Minnesinger, When he left this world of ours, Laid his body in the cloister, Under Wurtzburg's minster towers. ...
"I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of ...
(For Eleanor Rogers Cox) For blows on the fort of evil That never shows a breach, For terrible life-long races ...
UPON the mead a violet stood, Retiring, and of modest mood, In truth, a violet fair. Then came a youthful ...
Each year, Advent and Christmas joy in the sharing of his story God, the Christ-child, love Emmanuel, come to earth ...
The choir of angels singing with joy for all heralding a savior come to one and all Across the night ...
In that night in Bethlehem while the angels sang the shepherds on the hillside the babe, the son, born as ...
On that cold night while the shepherds watched their sheep angels singing, across the sky of God, of Love come ...
In the awakening the moving from Advent to Christmas the fact of the fulfillment Emmanuel born in Bethlehem God, come ...
The angels proclaimed Advent, the coming of the Christ-child that Christmas night so long ago singing in the heavens to ...
Warm in their new winter coats in the backseat on the way to Gramma's three angels dreaming Christmas carols on ...
At the start of the holiday season after fall, before winter leading into Advent comforting words, melodies the warm, memory-laden ...
They came out of storage, off the rack around my neck, starting today, thirteen, maybe fourteen ties (or at least ...
Far from the Rappahannock, the silent Danube moves along toward the sea. The brown and green Nile rolls slowly Like ...
For Penny Abraham I wish I had Auden's penchant For going about in carpet slippers Or the late HRH Margaret's ...
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound ...
Beside the brook the boy reclined And wove his flowery wreath, And to the waves the wreath consigned-- The waves ...
Between the cliff-rise and the beach A slip of emerald I own; With fig and olive, almond, peach, cherry and ...
1. The dark socket of the year the pit, the cave where the sun lies down and threatens never to ...
Cold frosty mornings Ice on window pain Huddle under coats keep the warmth in Tiptoe down the stairs all quiet ...
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