Hiawatha’s Fasting (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
You shall hear how Hiawatha Prayed and fasted in the forest, Not for greater skill in hunting, Not for greater ...
You shall hear how Hiawatha Prayed and fasted in the forest, Not for greater skill in hunting, Not for greater ...
In his lodge beside a river, Close beside a frozen river, Sat an old man, sad and lonely. White his ...
On the shores of Gitche Gumee, Of the shining Big-Sea-Water, Stood Nokomis, the old woman, Pointing with her finger westward, ...
"Honor be to Mudjekeewis!" Cried the warriors, cried the old men, When he came in triumph homeward With the sacred ...
By the shore of Gitche Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, At the doorway of his wigwam, In the pleasant Summer ...
Should you ask me, whence these stories? Whence these legends and traditions, With the odors of the forest With the ...
The old woman made mint Candy for the children Who'd bolt through her front door, Silhouettes of the great blue ...
I. Reference to a Passage in Plutarch's Life of Sulla The people buying and selling, consuming pleasures, talking in the ...
There is a hawk that is picking the birds out of our sky, She killed the pigeons of peace and ...
A bird that I don't know, Hunched on his light-pole like a scarecrow, Looks sideways out into the wheat The ...
The curlew and the heron call, the hissing mud and whispering wings beat eery through the idle air until the ...
Looking for distinctive stones, I found the dead otter rotting by the tideline, and carried all day the scent of ...
the fog rising from the skin of the lake joining my breath, visible, glinting in the early fall morning light ...
Land in the rough By design and by tradition. A sense of place. Stone wall and lake and meadow Wood ...
The sun drops behind the shore, The sky aglow. Nightfall on the water. I pull and push The canoe away ...
Life is simple. In my canoe. Strokes in the water propel me forward. I chart my course around the cove. ...
Up ahead To my right Around the point before me A burst of squawks and the Beating of heavy wings ...
Up ahead To my right Around the point before me A burst of squawks and the Beating of heavy wings ...
Up ahead To my right Around the point Burst of squawks and Beating of heavy wings Filled the air The ...
The wild duck startles like a sudden thought, And heron slow as if it might be caught. The flopping crows ...
I flung my soul to the air like a falcon flying. I said, "Wait on, wait on, while I ride ...
Evening wind: water laps the heron's legs. (Yosa Buson)
You will be walking some night in the comfortable dark of your yard and suddenly a great light will shine ...
When despair grows in me and I wake in the middle of the night at the least sound in fear ...
Spring: A hill without a name Veiled in morning mist. The beginning of autumn: Sea and emerald paddy Both the ...
'TWAS in the seventeen hunder year O' grace, and ninety-five, That year I was the wae'est man Of ony man ...
FY, let us a' to Kirkcudbright, For there will be bickerin' there; For Murray's light horse are to muster, And ...
Think of the storm roaming the sky uneasily like a dog looking for a place to sleep in, listen to ...
This celestial seascape, with white herons got up as angels, flying high as they want and as far as they ...
WHOM will you send to London town, To Parliament and a' that? Or wha in a' the country round The ...
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