NUREMBERG (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
In the valley of the Pegnitz, where across broad meadow-lands Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands. Quaint ...
In the valley of the Pegnitz, where across broad meadow-lands Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands. Quaint ...
When the summer fields are mown, When the birds are fledged and flown, And the dry leaves strew the path; ...
The sea awoke at midnight from its sleep, And round the pebbly beaches far and wide I heard the first ...
Out of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and ...
As a fond mother, when the day is o'er, Leads by the hand her little child to bed, Half willing, ...
I have read, in some old, marvellous tale, Some legend strange and vague, That a midnight host of spectres pale ...
On sunny slope and beechen swell, The shadowed light of evening fell; And, where the maple's leaf was brown, With ...
Welcome, my old friend, Welcome to a foreign fireside, While the sullen gales of autumn Shake the windows. The ungrateful ...
Half of my life is gone, and I have let The years slip from me and have not fulfilled The ...
In the long, sleepless watches of the night, A gentle face -- the face of one long dead -- Looks ...
When I compare What I have lost with what I have gained, What I have missed with what attained, Little ...
Come to me, O ye children! For I hear you at your play, And the questions that perplexed me Have ...
Pleasant it was, when woods were green, And winds were soft and low, To lie amid some sylvan scene. Where, ...
Oft I remember those I have known In other days, to whom my heart was lead As by a magnet, ...
This is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms; But front their silent ...
Often I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea; Often in thought go up and down ...
Ye voices, that arose After the Evening's close, And whispered to my restless heart repose! Go, breathe it in the ...
Listen my children and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in ...
She dwells by Great Kenhawa's side, In valleys green and cool; And all her hope and all her pride Are ...
I stood on the bridge at midnight, As the clocks were striking the hour, And the moon rose o'er the ...
Tuscan, that wanderest through the realms of gloom, With thoughtful pace, and sad, majestic eyes, Stern thoughts and awful from ...
In dark fens of the Dismal Swamp The hunted Negro lay; He saw the fire of the midnight camp, And ...
Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupation, ...
The Slaver in the broad lagoon Lay moored with idle sail; He waited for the rising moon, And for the ...
Gloomy and dark art thou, O chief of the mighty Omahas; Gloomy and dark as the driving cloud, whose name ...
Beware! The Israelite of old, who tore The lion in his path,--when, poor and blind, He saw the blessed light ...
In Ocean's wide domains, Half buried in the sands, Lie skeletons in chains, With shackled feet and hands. Beyond the ...
L'eternite est une pendule, dont le balancier dit et redit sans cesse ces deux mots seulement dans le silence des ...
Blind Bartimeus at the gates Of Jericho in darkness waits; He hears the crowd;--he hears a breath Say, "It is ...
River! that in silence windest Through the meadows, bright and free, Till at length thy rest thou findest In the ...
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