The Ghosts (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Never stoops the soaring vulture On his quarry in the desert, On the sick or wounded bison, But another vulture, ...
Never stoops the soaring vulture On his quarry in the desert, On the sick or wounded bison, But another vulture, ...
Welcome, my old friend, Welcome to a foreign fireside, While the sullen gales of autumn Shake the windows. The ungrateful ...
Why is that wanton gossip Fame So dumb about this man's affairs? Why do we titter at his name Who ...
The church bells toll a melancholy round, Calling the people to some other prayers, Some other gloominess, more dreadful cares, ...
Her imaginary playmate was a grown-up In sea-coal satin. The flame-blue glances, The wings gauzy as the membrane that the ...
Night fell over North Lebanon and snow was covering the villages surrounded by the Kadeesha Valley, giving the fields and ...
And an orator said, "Speak to us of Freedom." And he answered: At the city gate and by your fireside ...
And a youth said, "Speak to us of Friendship." Your friend is your needs answered. He is your field which ...
Man was made of social earth, Child and brother from his birth; Tethered by a liquid cord Of blood through ...
I learned -- at least -- what Home could be -- How ignorant I had been Of pretty ways of ...
Endow the Living -- with the Tears -- You squander on the Dead, And They were Men and Women -- ...
Now that the winter's gone, the earth hath lost Her snow-white robes, and now no more the frost Candies the ...
A newspaper is a collection of half-injustices Which, bawled by boys from mile to mile, Spreads its curious opinion To ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
' SISTER, you've sat there all the day, Come to the hearth awhile; The wind so wildly sweeps away, The ...
Good-bye, good-bye to Summer! For Summer's nearly done; The garden smiling faintly, Cool breezes in the sun; Our Thrushes now ...
HAIL, thairm-inspirin', rattlin' Willie! Tho' fortune's road be rough an' hilly To every fiddling, rhyming billie, We never heed, But ...
ELLISLAND, 21st Oct., 1789.WOW, but your letter made me vauntie! And are ye hale, and weel and cantie? I ken'd ...
When he, who is the unforgiven, Beheld her first, he found her fair: No promise ever dreamt in heaven Could ...
'Twas in the village of Ruily there lived a bonnie lass With red, pouting lips which few lasses could surpass, ...
Ye mountains and glens of fair Scotland I'm with ye once again, During my absence from ye my heart was ...
Ye mountains and glens of Old Ireland, I've returned home to ye again; During my absence from ye My heart ...
Come back to me, little dancing feet that roam the wide world o'er, I long for the lilt of your ...
'Twas in the United States of America some years ago An aged father sat at his fireside with his heart ...
All hail to Mr Murphy, he is a hero brave, That has crossed the mighty Atlantic wave, For what purpose ...
Immortal! William Shakespeare, there's none can you excel, You have drawn out your characters remarkably well, Which is delightful for ...
Greenland's icy mountains are fascinating and grand, And wondrously created by the Almighty's command; And the works of the Almighty ...
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