Jugurtha (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
How cold are thy baths, Apollo! Cried the African monarch, the splendid, As down to his death in the hollow ...
How cold are thy baths, Apollo! Cried the African monarch, the splendid, As down to his death in the hollow ...
"As easy as A B C"--A Diversity of Creatures" Whether the State can loose and bind In Heaven as well ...
Full many a dreary hour have I past, My brain bewildered, and my mind o'ercast With heaviness; in seasons when ...
Gasholders, russet among fields. Milldams, marlpools that lay unstirring. Eel-swarms. Coagulations of frogs: once, with branches and half-bricks, he battered ...
schnyder schnyder the bouncing spider had a song wound up inside her she'd had it taped on a silken spool ...
HALF vex'd, half pleased, thy love will feel, Shouldst thou her knot or ribbon steal; To thee they're much--I won't ...
OH, would I resembled The country girls fair, Who rosy-red ribbons And yellow hats wear! To believe I was pretty ...
Another smell of autumn sweet sweet smell of Concord grapes warming ripening ready to burst with flavor strong urgent smell ...
She was there in the morning holding fast to the porch screen bewitched by the indoor bulb in the outside ...
I count my treasures o'er with care.-- The little toy my darling knew, A little sock of faded hue, A ...
I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars Did wander ...
Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I build, Bidding my organ obey, calling its keys to their work, ...
What shall we talk of? Li Po? Hokusai? You narrow your long dark eyes to fascinate me; You smile a ...
1 Faster, faster, 2 O Circe, Goddess, 3 Let the wild, thronging train 4 The bright procession 5 Of eddying ...
The Youth Faster, faster, O Circe, Goddess, Let the wild, thronging train The bright procession Of eddying forms, Sweep through ...
Child of a line accurst And old as Troy, Bringer of best and worst In wild alloy- Light, like a ...
When he, who is the unforgiven, Beheld her first, he found her fair: No promise ever dreamt in heaven Could ...
I was a cottage maiden Hardened by sun and air Contented with my cottage mates, Not mindful I was fair. ...
In the rectory garden on his evening walk Paced brisk Father Shawn. A cold day, a sodden one it was ...
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
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