Burial of the Minnisink (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
On sunny slope and beechen swell, The shadowed light of evening fell; And, where the maple's leaf was brown, With ...
On sunny slope and beechen swell, The shadowed light of evening fell; And, where the maple's leaf was brown, With ...
We were all one heart and one race When the Abbey trumpets blew. For a moment's breathing-space We had forgotten ...
Welcome dear feast of Lent: who loves not thee, He loves not Temperance, or Authority, But is compos'd of passion. ...
HOPE provides wings to thought, and love to hope. Rise up to Cynthia, love, when night is clearest, And say, ...
An ancient saga tells us how In the beginning the First Cow (For nothing living yet had birth But Elemental ...
Thus, some tall tree that long hath stood The glory of its native wood, By storms destroyed, or length of ...
At last, my old inveterate foe, No opposition shalt thou know. Since I by struggling, can obtain Nothing, but encrease ...
He is stark mad, who ever says, That he hath been in love an hour, Yet not that love so ...
An honest Tear Is durabler than Bronze -- This Cenotaph May each that dies -- Reared by itself -- No ...
Crumbling is not an instant's Act A fundamental pause Dilapidation's processes Are organized Decays. 'Tis first a Cobweb on the ...
ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves ! How ...
The roses of Love glad the garden of life, Though nurtur'd 'mid weeds dropping pestilent dew, Till Time crops the ...
How gracefully, O man, with thy palm-bough, Upon the waning century standest thou, In proud and noble manhood's prime, With ...
As Rochefoucauld his maxims drew From nature, I believe 'em true: They argue no corrupted mind In him; the fault ...
1 Ye heavenly spirits, whose ashy cinders lie Under deep ruins, with huge walls opprest, But not your praise, the ...
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'er-sways their power, How with this rage shall ...
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'ersways their power, How with this rage shall ...
Dang'rous to hear, is that melodious tongue, And fatal to the sense those murd'rous eyes, Where in a sapphire sheath, ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
How oft has the Benshee cried, How oft has death untied Bright links that Glory wove, Sweet bonds entwined by ...
The Ghost of Miltiades came at night, And he stood by the bed of the Benthamite, And he said, in ...
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