The Four Winds (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
"Honor be to Mudjekeewis!" Cried the warriors, cried the old men, When he came in triumph homeward With the sacred ...
"Honor be to Mudjekeewis!" Cried the warriors, cried the old men, When he came in triumph homeward With the sacred ...
When the warm sun, that brings Seed-time and harvest, has returned again, 'T is sweet to visit the still wood, ...
And sometimes I am sorry when the grass Is growing over the stones in quiet hollows And the cocksfoot leans ...
Where run your colts at pasture? Where hide your mares to breed? 'Mid bergs about the Ice-cap Or wove Sargasso ...
Oh! hush thee, my baby, the night is behind us And black are the waters that sparkled so green. The ...
The Song of Mowgli -- I, Mowgli, am singing. Let the jungle listen to the things I have done. Shere ...
Dawn off the Foreland--the young flood making Jumbled and short and steep-- Black in the hollows and bright where it's ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
I am heaping the bones of the old mother To build us a hold against the host of the air; ...
the way loss seeps into neck hollows and curls at temples sits between front teeth cavity empty and waiting for ...
TOSSING his mane of snows in wildest eddies and tangles, Lion-like March cometh in, hoarse, with tempestuous breath, Through all ...
Old Parson Beanes hunts six days of the week, And on the seventh, he has his notes to seek. Six ...
With short, sharp violent lights made vivid, To the southward far as the sight can roam, Only the swirl of ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
I LEGEND Long ago Apollo called to Aristæus, youngest of the shepherds, Saying, "I will make you keeper of my ...
The heavenly hills of Holland,-- How wondrously they rise Above the smooth green pastures Into the azure skies! With blue ...
The Hollows round His eager Eyes Were Pages where to read Pathetic Histories -- although Himself had not complained. Biography ...
In ash-fine silt that spread like sand after the flood and before the wild weeds claimed the old stream bed; ...
The hunt begins at a languid pace belying hysteria building in place, biding its time to menace the peace in ...
It happened by Bretton Wood (although that wasn't it's real name) and I recall a clear, grey dawn and the ...
Methinks in Him there dwells alway A sea of laughter very deep, Where the leviathans leap, And little children play, ...
The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and ...
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...
GUDE pity me, because I'm little! For though I am an elf o' mettle, An' can, like ony wabster's shuttle, ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
October - and the skies are cool and gray O'er stubbles emptied of their latest sheaf, Bare meadow, and the ...
THROUGH the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame. All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame. All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame; All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
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