The Reaper and the Flowers (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
There is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a ...
There is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a ...
For things we never mention, For Art misunderstood -- For excellent intention That did not turn to good; From ancient ...
The dawn is smiling on the dew that covers The tearful roses; lo, the little lovers That kiss the buds, ...
I Saw old Autumn in the misty morn Stand shadowless like Silence, listening To silence, for no lonely bird would ...
WHERE is this patriarch you are kindly greeting? Not unfamiliar to my ear his name, Nor yet unknown to many ...
QUICK throbb'd my heart: to norse! haste, haste, And lo! 'twas done with ...
Hey Father Death, I'm flying home Hey poor man, you're all alone Hey old daddy, I know where I'm going ...
Under General Greene, in South Carolina, who fell in the action of September 8, 1781 AT Eutaw Springs the valiant ...
'T was far away and long ago, When I was but a dreaming boy, This fairy tale of love and ...
I've been list'nin' to them lawyers In the court house up the street, An' I've come to the conclusion That ...
Out in the sky the great dark clouds are massing; I look far out into the pregnant night, Where I ...
She's happy, with a new Content -- That feels to her -- like Sacrament -- She's busy -- with an ...
Glowing is her Bonnet, Glowing is her Cheek, Glowing is her Kirtle, Yet she cannot speak. Better as the Daisy ...
Will they be there for you when you die? Will they hold your hands and cry until you've breathed your ...
YE holy tow'rs, that crown the azure deep, Still may ye shade the wave-worn rock sublime, Though, hurrying silent by, ...
What though the sun had left my sky; To save me from despair The blessed moon arose on high, And ...
Fair was the evening and brightly the sun Was shining on desert and grove, Sweet were the breezes and balmy ...
What is she writing? Watch her now, How fast her fingers move ! How eagerly her youthful brow Is bent ...
Sun of the sleepless! melancholy star! Whose tearful beam glows tremulously far, That show'st the darkness thou canst not dispel, ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
Reubens, river of forgetfulness, garden of sloth, Pillow of wet flesh that one cannot love, But where life throngs and ...
THOU, who thy honour as thy God rever'st, Who, save thy mind's reproach, nought earthly fear'st, To thee this votive ...
I A washing hangs upon the line, but it's not mine. None of the things that I can see belong ...
I heard the dogs howl in the moonlight night; I went to the window to see the sight; All the ...
Lo giorno se n'andava, e l'aere bruno toglieva li animai che sono in terra da le fatiche loro; e io ...
The night is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars Letting in the light, ...
I Happy are men who yet before they are killed Can let their veins run cold. Whom no compassion fleers ...
There are some qualities- some incorporate things, That have a double life, which thus is made A type of that ...
On the Gilfillan burial day, In the Hill o' Balgay, It was a most solemn sight to see, Not fewer ...
Here, where the noises of the busy town, The ocean's plunge and roar can enter not, We stand and gaze ...
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