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 those days the Evil Spirits, All the Manitos of mischief, Fearing Hiawatha's wisdom, And his love for Chibiabos, Jealous ...
Too late, alas! the song To remedy the wrong; -- The rooms are taken from us, swept and garnished for ...
In Autumn, as in Spring, the sap flows, the sap wishes to race against heartbeats before the winter, before the ...
You have beheld a smiling rose When virgins' hands have drawn O'er it a cobweb-lawn: And here, you see, this ...
Have ye beheld (with much delight) A red rose peeping through a white? Or else a cherry (double graced) Within ...
Oh man! Nothing Mom and Dad were away; I had such big plans Four kinds of ice cream, scooped, melting ...
Someone finding, fragments, words I have written calling them to these snippets of my life from so far away Wondering ...
Last year's maple leaf, or maybe older still no flesh remaining, just the dry bones maybe the veins and arteries, ...
Open the windows, air out the house a cloud of strawberry, spreading filling, living, growing, moving from room to room ...
My wife shared with me new candles votives to replace those used up Suddenly I was six, maybe eight certainly ...
It is 7 am And the world awakes. There's dew in the morning. Every tip of the serrated Wild strawberry ...
Dew in the morning Burst my slumber, stupor, coma Caught me from numbness, Unseeing eyes Dulled senses Forced sight, perception ...
Give me, O indulgent Fate! Give me yet before I die A sweet, but absolute retreat, 'Mongst paths so lost ...
I In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, ...
At first she was sure it was just a bit of dried strawberry juice, or a fleck of her mother's ...
When April scatters charms of primrose gold Among the copper leaves in thickets old, And singing skylarks from the meadows ...
The West Village by then was changing; before long the rundown brownstones at its farthest edge would have slipped into ...
past parentage or gender beyond sung vocables the slipped-between the so infinitesimal fault line a limitless interiority beyond the woven ...
The day was wet, the rain fell souse Like jars of strawberry jam, a sound was heard in the ...
THE HUNCHBACK TROUT The creek was made narrow by little green trees that grew too close together. The creek was ...
the lady has me temporarily off the bottle and now the pecker stands up better. however, things change overnight-- instead ...
Come all you little rouseabouts and climb upon my knee; To-day, you see, is Christmas Day, and so it's up ...
She wore little teeth of pearls around her neck. They were grinning politely and evenly at me. Unsuitable they smirked. ...
Girls buck the wind in the grooves toward work in fuzzy coats promised to be warm as fur. The shop ...
In Sleeping Beauty's castle the clock strikes one hundred years and the girl in the tower returns to the world. ...
The Year's twelve daughters had in turn gone by, Of measured pace tho' varying mien all twelve, Some froward, some ...
(1) Caressing my tender breasts, his left hand's on the steering wheel, and his right hand is firmly tucked away ...
you've seen a strawberry that's had a struggle; yet was, where the fragments met, a hedgehog or a star- fish ...
I wish it were spring in the world. Let it be spring! Come, bubbling, surging tide of sap! Come, rush ...
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