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 ...
Our Fathers in a wondrous age, Ere yet the Earth was small, Ensured to us a heritage, And doubted not ...
IN the little southern parlor of tbe house you may have seen With the gambrel-roof, and the gable looking westward ...
From this bleeding hand of mine, Take this sprig of Eglantine: Which, though sweet unto your smell, Yet the fretful ...
I could but see thee yesterday Stung by a fretful bee; And I the javelin suck'd away, And heal'd the ...
Go, happy Rose, and interwove With other flowers, bind my Love. Tell her, too, she must not be Longer flowing, ...
(to where the ashes of both my parents are strewn) i) ok the pair of you lie still what's disturbing ...
I LEGEND Long ago Apollo called to Aristæus, youngest of the shepherds, Saying, "I will make you keeper of my ...
I am two fools, I know- For loving, and for saying so In whining poetry; But where's that wiseman that ...
'Tis morning; and the sun, with ruddy orb Ascending, fires th' horizon: while the clouds, That crowd away before the ...
(PIANO DI SORRENTO.) Fortu, Frotu, my beloved one, Sit here by my side, On my knees put up both little ...
YOUNG Peggy blooms our boniest lass, Her blush is like the morning, The rosy dawn, the springing grass, With early ...
I am in need of music that would flow Over my fretful, feeling finger-tips, Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips, With ...
Here, where the world is quiet; Here, where all trouble seems Dead winds' and spent waves' riot In doubtful dreams ...
Lone amid the cafe's cheer, Sad of heart am I to-night; Dolefully I drink my beer, But no single line ...
I We thrill too strangely at the master's touch; We shrink too sadly from the larger self Which for its ...
I I doubt if ten men in all Tilbury Town Had ever shaken hands with Captain Craig, Or called him ...
When the loud day for men who sow and reap Grows still, and on the silence of the town The ...
Frosty-white and cold it lies Underneath the fretful skies; Snowflakes flutter where the red Banners of the poppies spread, And ...
Aye, but she? Your other sister and my other soul Grave Silence, lovelier Than the three loveliest maidens, what of ...
Here, passing lonely down this quiet lane, Before a mud-splashed window long I pause To gaze and gaze, while through ...
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