Picture-Writing (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
In those days said Hiawatha, "Lo! how all things fade and perish! From the memory of the old men Pass ...
In those days said Hiawatha, "Lo! how all things fade and perish! From the memory of the old men Pass ...
THOU art confused, my beloved, at, seeing the thousandfold union Shown in this flowery troop, over the garden dispers'd; any ...
America I've given you all and now I'm nothing. America two dollars and twentyseven cents January 17, 1956. I can't ...
I PRELUDE Daughter of Psyche, pledge of that last night When, pierced with pain and bitter-sweet delight, She knew her ...
In a great land, a new land, a land full of labour and riches and confusion, Where there were many ...
Whangaehu waters, hot-spilled from the cauldron of Crater Lake, swirling mud-green from the cup between Tahurangi and Pyramid Peak, sulphurous, ...
Because gods perceive future things, men what is happening now, but wise men perceive approaching things. Philostratus, Life of Apollonius ...
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
Uncharmable charmer Of Bacchus and Mars In the sounding rebounding Abyss of the stars! O virgin in armour, Thine arrows ...
I bring ye wine from above, From the vats of the storied sun; For every one of yer love, And ...
Pale as the night that pales In the dawn's pearl-pure pavillion, I wait for thee, ...
Hear me, Lord of the Stars! For thee I have worshipped ever With stains and sorrows and scars, With joyful, ...
I The cloud my bed is tinged with blood and foam. The vault yet blazes with the sun Writhing above ...
Uncharmable charmer Of Bacchus and Mars In the sounding rebounding Abyss of the stars! O virgin in armour, Thine arrows ...
I bring ye wine from above, From the vats of the storied sun; For every one of yer love, And ...
Pale as the night that pales In the dawn's pearl-pure pavillion, I wait for thee, ...
YE sons of old Killie, assembled by Willie, To follow the noble vocation; Your thrifty old mother has scarce such ...
We're talking different kinds of vulnerability here. These icicles aren't going to last for ever Suspended in the ultra violet ...
This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary The trees of the mind are black. The light is ...
You said you would kill it this morning. Do not kill it. It startles me still, The jut of that ...
Sleep, pretty lady, the night is enfolding you; Drift, and so lightly, on crystalline streams. Wrapped in its perfumes, the ...
After seeing at Boston the statue of Robert Gould Shaw, killed while storming Fort Wagner, July 18, 1863, at the ...
This, then, is she, My mother as she looked at seventeen, When she first met my father. Young incredibly, Younger ...
They brought me ambrotypes Of the old pioneers to enlarge. And sometimes one sat for me- Some one who was ...
Valley of waving broom, O lovely, lovely light, O hear of the world, red-gold! Breast high in the blossom I ...
Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl, When Adam waked, so ...
You have become a forge of snow-white fire, A crucible of molten steel, O France! Your sons are stars who ...
Bananas ripe and green, and ginger-root, Cocoa in pods and alligator pears, And tangerines and mangoes and grape fruit, Fit ...
Hills of silver plate, grey heights, dark red rocks through which the Duero bends its crossbow arc round Soria, shadowed ...
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