The Revenge of Rain-in-the-Face (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
In that desolate land and lone, Where the Big Horn and Yellowstone Roar down their mountain path, By their fires ...
In that desolate land and lone, Where the Big Horn and Yellowstone Roar down their mountain path, By their fires ...
Why is that wanton gossip Fame So dumb about this man's affairs? Why do we titter at his name Who ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
In Memory of one of the Writer's Family who was a Volunteer during the War with Napoleon In a ferny ...
Thou warden of the western gate, above Manhatten Bay, The fogs of doubt that hid thy face are driven clean ...
The wind blew out from Bergen, from the dawning to the day There was a wreck of trees, a fall ...
Eclogue the First. Whanne Englonde, smeethynge from her lethal wounde, From her galled necke dyd twytte the chayne awaie, Kennynge ...
To-night I tread the unsubstantial way That looms before me, as the thundering night Falls on the ocean: I must ...
The mighty sound of forests murmuring In answer to the dread command; The stars that shudder when their king extends ...
To-night I tread the unsubstantial way That looms before me, as the thundering night Falls on the ocean: I must ...
The mighty sound of forests murmuring In answer to the dread command; The stars that shudder when their king extends ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
The Boers were down on Kimberley with siege and Maxim gun; The Boers were down on Kimberley, their numbers ten ...
Here we are, picking the first fern-shoots And saying: When shall we get back to our country? Here we are ...
The Boers were down on Kimberley with siege and Maxim gun; The Boers were down on Kimberley, their numbers ten ...
May I join you in the doghouse, Rover? I wish to retire till the party's over. Since three o'clock I've ...
(Parvati at her lattice) O Love! were you a basil-wreath to twine among my tresses, A jewelled clasp of shining ...
The valley lay smiling before me, Where lately I left her behind; Yet I trembled, and something hung o'er me, ...
Here all the day she swings from tide to tide, Here all night long she tugs a rusted chain, A ...
King Arthur's men have come again. They challenge everywhere The ...
Climbing the heights of Berkeley Nightly I watch the West. There lies new San Francisco, Sea-maid in purple dressed, Wearing ...
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