Hiawatha’s Childhood (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
Downward through the evening twilight, In the days that are forgotten, In the unremembered ages, From the full moon fell ...
Downward through the evening twilight, In the days that are forgotten, In the unremembered ages, From the full moon fell ...
-- for Jane kenyon It is a day after many days of storms. Having been washed and washed, the air ...
The world has many seas, Mediterranean, Atlantic, but here is the shore of the one ocean. And here the heavy ...
for T. P. Flanagan We have no prairies To slice a big sun at evening-- Everywhere the eye concedes to ...
It faces west, and round the back and sides High beeches, bending, hang a veil of boughs, And sweep against ...
watching the snow, slowly starting accumulating snow, first on the lawn, building, gathering on the needles broad, small, firs, pines ...
Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown, Of thee, from the hill-top looking down; And the heifer, that lows ...
The South wind said to the palms: My lovers sing me psalms; But are they as warm as those That ...
The South wind said to the palms: My lovers sing me psalms; But are they as warm as those That ...
Call me away; there's nothing here, That wins my soul to stay; Then let me leave this prospect drear, And ...
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
Reubens, river of forgetfulness, garden of sloth, Pillow of wet flesh that one cannot love, But where life throngs and ...
(As Distinguished by an Italian Person of Quality) I Had I but plenty of money, money enough and to spare, ...
Although it is a cold evening, down by one of the fishhouses an old man sits netting, his net, in ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
MY lord, I know your noble ear Woe ne'er assails in vain; Embolden'd thus, I beg you'll hear Your humble ...
The snow is white on wood and wold, The wind is in the firs, So dead my heart is with ...
Night in the unslumbering forest! From the free, Vast pinelands by the foot of man untrod, Blows the wild wind, ...
Come, for the dusk is our own; let us fare forth together, With a quiet delight in our hearts for ...
When the salt wave laps on the long, dim shore, And frets the reef with its windy sallies, And the ...
Now on the hill The fitful wind is so still That never a wimpling mist uplifts, Nor a trembling leaf ...
We told her that her far off shore was bleak and dour to view, And that her sky was dull ...
I sought for my happiness over the world, Oh, eager and far was my quest; I sought it on mountain ...
Lo, it is dark, Save for the crystal spark Of a virgin star o'er the purpling lea, Or the fine, ...
Let us put awhile away All the cares of work-a-day, For a golden time forget, Task and worry, toil and ...
I The air is silent save where stirs A bugling breeze among the firs; The virgin world in white array ...
Down home to-night the moonshine falls Across a hill with daisies pied, The pear tree by the garden gate Beckons ...
Your hand, my wonder, is now icy cold. The purest light of the celestial dome has burned me through. And ...
Man looking into the sea, taking the view from those who have as much right to it as you have ...
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