Flowers (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Spake full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, ...
Spake full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
I Some day I will go to Aarhus To see his peat-brown head, The mild pods of his eye-lids, His ...
Here is the girl's head like an exhumed gourd. Oval-faced, prune-skinned, prune-stones for teeth. They unswaddled the wet fern of ...
Don't listen to me; my heart's been broken. I don't see anything objectively. I know myself; I've learned to hear ...
From the earth, the ground made of the stuff of this world made holy, worthy only by the workings of ...
Joining the melody, swaying in the pew on the night, silent night the holy night of the birth Advent, come ...
The words of the poetry the love, given by God like the inner workings of the song the story of ...
gifts he received, we each receive through the workings of his power through the loving grace of God, alone we ...
The presence of God covering me, wrapping me the spirit of peach trusting in God's grace giving ourselves over to ...
Wisdom in the scripture, of the nature of blessing an internal feeling, something within not something we have done to ...
A green and silent spot, amid the hills, A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place No singing sky-lark ...
Ellen, you were thoughtless once Of beauty or of grace, Simple and homely in attire, Careless of form and face; ...
'Maiden, thou wert thoughtless once Of beauty or of grace, Simple and homely in attire Careless of form and face. ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
My sister! my sweet sister! if a name Dearer and purer were, it should be thine; Mountains and seas divide ...
Mirrors are not more silent nor the creeping dawn more secretive; in the moonlight, you are that panther we catch ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
THOU, Nature, partial Nature, I arraign; Of thy caprice maternal I complain. The peopled fold thy kindly care have found, ...
LATE crippl'd of an arm, and now a leg, About to beg a pass for leave to beg; Dull, listless, ...
When our cars touched When you lifted the hood of mine To see the intimate workings underneath, When we were ...
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