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 ...
Yes, long shadows go out from the bales; and yes, the soul must part from the body: what else could ...
The God of Fair Beginnings Hath prospered here my hand -- The cargoes of my lading, And the keels of ...
Steel doors - guillotine gates - of the doorless house closed massively. We were locked in with loss. Guards frisked ...
The battle rent a cobweb diamond-strung And cut a flower beside a ground bird's nest Before it stained a single ...
There wasn't room for sympathy, the epicentre moved too rapidly for that and even when we knew the anger of ...
Like the foghorn that's all lung, the wind chime that's all percussion, like the wind itself, that's merely air in ...
Here is the city- its worn-down mountains, its grass and iron, its smoky coast seen from the high roads on ...
I. Dead ! One of them shot by the sea in the east, And one of them shot in the ...
There were still shards of an ancient pastoral in those shires of the island where the cattle drank their pools ...
It rained the day they buried Tito Puente The eyes of drug dealers following me as I walked through the ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
The night darkens fast & the shadows darken, Clouds & the rain gather about mine house, Only the wood-dove moans, ...
As one of some fat tillage dispossessed, Weighing the yield of these four faded years, If any ask what fruit ...
ROSALIND, HELEN, and her Child. SCENE. The Shore of the Lake of Como. HELEN Come hither, my sweet Rosalind. 'T ...
I Partly to think, more to be left alone, George Annandale said something to his friends- A word or two, ...
A kite flutters, On a high tension wire - Against a stark blue sky. Beggar and old mother huddle On ...
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill ...
Did I follow Truth wherever she led, And stand against the whole world for a cause, And uphold the weak ...
Once more he sees his companions' faces Livid in the first faint light, Gray with cement dust, Nebulous in the ...
Pond snipe, bleached pine, rue weed, wart -- I walk by sedge and brown river rot to where the old ...
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