The Peace-Pipe (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
On the Mountains of the Prairie, On the great Red Pipe-stone Quarry, Gitche Manito, the mighty, He the Master of ...
On the Mountains of the Prairie, On the great Red Pipe-stone Quarry, Gitche Manito, the mighty, He the Master of ...
Can it be the sun descending O'er the level plain of water? Or the Red Swan floating, flying, Wounded by ...
"Honor be to Mudjekeewis!" Cried the warriors, cried the old men, When he came in triumph homeward With the sacred ...
PRELUDE. Pleasant it was, when woods were green, And winds were soft and low, To lie amid some sylvan scene, ...
Black shadows fall From the lindens tall, That lift aloft their massive wall Against the southern sky; And from the ...
Pleasant it was, when woods were green, And winds were soft and low, To lie amid some sylvan scene. Where, ...
I What new element before us unborn in nature? Is there a new thing under the Sun? At last inquisitive ...
The shape of the ferns rounded, lobed edges paper-bag-brown damp in their drying frost turning to vapor rising in the ...
Not so much as water steam, fog rising from waters still in the warming of the morning From frost rising ...
In the early morning dewlight the stealth of her design the intricate lattice revealed. Ribbons concentric ovals rays, lines radiating ...
A patina of haze filled my vision hung heavy in the shimmering air high in the nineties they said but ...
Off in the distance Rising heavenward before me as I draw toward home, late this September afternoon White lines in ...
Spreading intersected contrails Like the frost lines off the skates in Fantasia's winter scene Growing, living crystals written on water ...
Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter, And from the orchard a voice echoes and ...
The Sphynx is drowsy, Her wings are furled, Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world.? "Who'll tell me ...
The Sphinx is drowsy, Her wings are furled: Her ear is heavy, She broods on the world. "Who'll tell me ...
FEBRUARY, 1917 I never thought again to hear The Oxford thrushes singing clear, Amid the February rain, Their sweet, indomitable ...
The moon, a sweeping scimitar, dipped in the stormy straits, The dawn, a crimson cataract, burst through the eastern gates, ...
"Ah, did you once see Shelley plain?" -- Browning. "Shelley? Oh, yes, I saw him often then," The old man ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
Si credere dignum est.--Virgil, Georgics, III, 390 Oh, worthy of belief I hold it was, Virgil, your legend in those ...
Hidden, oh hidden in the high fog the house we live in, beneath the magnetic rock, rain-, rainbow-ridden, where blood-black ...
More towers must yet be built-more towers destroyed- Great rocks hoisted in air; And he must seek his bread in ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
Make my grave shape of heart so like a flower be free aired & handsome felt, Grave root pillow, tung ...
At midnight, in the month of June, I stand beneath the mystic moon. An opiate vapor, dewy, dim, Exhales from ...
When the lucent skies of morning flush with dawning rose once more, And waves of golden glory break adown the ...
Doctor, you say there are no haloes around the streetlights in Paris and what I see is an aberration caused ...
V Per certo i bei vostr'occhi Donna mia Esser non puo che non fian lo mio sole Si mi percuoton ...
Sleepwalking she prepared breakfast for her still dreaming children, before breaking fast, to satisfy her appetite no fire needed, she ...
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