Helen of Tyre (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
What phantom is this that appears Through the purple mist of the years, Itself but a mist like these? A ...
What phantom is this that appears Through the purple mist of the years, Itself but a mist like these? A ...
Arms and the girl I sing - O rare arms that are braceleted and white and bare arms that were ...
(For Helen Parry Eden) "Hail Mary, full of grace," the Angel saith. Our Lady bows her head, and is ashamed; ...
"In the Same Boat"--A Diversity of Creatures There was darkness under Heaven For an hour's space-- Darkness that we knew ...
Ah, Posthumus! our years hence fly And leave no sound: nor piety, Or prayers, or vow Can keep the wrinkle ...
HE. CANST thou give, oh fair and matchless maiden, 'Neath the shadow of the lindens yonder,-- Where I'd fain one ...
When she goes to Hollywood she is an angel. She writes in red red lipstick on the window of her ...
WHAT various ways in which a thing is told Some truth abuse, while others fiction hold; In stories we invention ...
THE worst of ills, with jealousy compared, Are trifling torments ev'ry where declared. IMAGINE, to yourself a silly fool, To ...
I RECOLLECT, that lately much I blamed, The sort of lover, avaricious named; And if in opposites we reason see, ...
The three stood listening to a fresh access Of wind that caught against the house a moment, Gulped snow, and ...
MISS HELEN SLINGSBY was my maiden aunt, And lived in a small house near a fashionable square Cared for by ...
'Twas at the royal feast for Persia won By Philip's warlike son- Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate ...
So it is eighteen years, Helena, since we met! A season so endears, Nor you nor I forget The fresh ...
So it is eighteen years, Helena, since we met! A season so endears, Nor you nor I forget The fresh ...
Ophelia puked hourly dawn till dusk, retching mucous slobber, then spewing air. Scum that I am, I never stopped thinking ...
Lough, vessel, plough the British main, Seek the free ocean's wider plain; Leave English scenes and English skies, Unbind, dissever ...
As those of old drank mummia To fire their limbs of lead, Making dead kings from Africa Stand pandar to ...
I Hot through Troy's ruin Menelaus broke To Priam's palace, sword in hand, to sate On that adulterous whore a ...
Wind blows. Snow falls. The great clock in its tower Ticks with reverberant coil and tolls the hour: At the ...
The lamplit page is turned, the dream forgotten; The music changes tone, you wake, remember Deep worlds you lived before,-deep ...
Plus quan se atque suos amavit omnes, nunc... - Catullus You were my playmate by the sea. We swam together. ...
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
No rose that in a garden ever grew, In Homer's or in Omar's or in mine, Though buried under centuries ...
If he should lie a-dying I AM not willing you should go Into the earth, where Helen went; She is ...
Out of the earth to rest or range Perpetual in perpetual change, The unknown passing through the strange. Water and ...
Past ruined Ilion Helen lives, Alcestis rises from the shades. Verse calls them forth; 'tis verse that gives Immortal youth ...
'Twas summer, when softly the breezes were blowing, And Hudson majestic so sweetly was flowing, The groves rang with music ...
Had I but known yesterday, Helen, you could discharge the ache Out of the cloud; Had I known yesterday you ...
Here was a man who watched the river flow Past the huge town, one gray November day. Round him in ...
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