The Elected Knight. From The Danish. (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
Sir Oluf he rideth over the plain,Full seven miles broad and seven miles wide,But never, ah never, can meet with ...
Sir Oluf he rideth over the plain,Full seven miles broad and seven miles wide,But never, ah never, can meet with ...
A fleet with flags arrayedSailed from the port of Brest,And the Admiral's ship displayedThe signal: 'Steer southwest.'For this Admiral D'AnvilleHad ...
The night is come, but not too soon; And sinking silently, All silently, the little moon Drops down behind the sky. There is no ...
Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are ...
Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O Union, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all the ...
Southward with fleet of ice Sailed the corsair Death;Wild and gast blew the blast, And the east-wind was his breath.His lordly ships ...
TELL me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream!-For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not ...
Witlaf, a king of the Saxons, Ere yet his last he breathed,To the merry monks of Croyland His drinking-horn bequeathed,--That, whenever they ...
Burn, O evening hearth, and waken Pleasant visions, as of old!Though the house by winds be shaken, Safe I keep this room ...
I stood upon the hills, when heaven's wide archWas glorious with the sun's returning march,And woods were brightened, and soft ...
Ah! what pleasant visions haunt me As I gaze upon the sea!All the old romantic legends, All my dreams, come back to ...
He is dead, the beautiful youth,The heart of honor, the tongue of truth,He, the life and light of us all,Whose ...
What an image of peace and rest Is this little church among its graves!All is so quiet; the troubled breast,The wounded ...
An angel with a radiant face, Above a cradle bent to look,Seemed his own image there to trace, As in the waters ...
Beautiful lily, dwelling by still rivers, Or solitary mere,Or where the sluggish meadow-brook delivers Its waters to the weir!Thou laughest at the ...
When the warm sun, that bringsSeed-time and harvest, has returned again,'T is sweet to visit the still wood, where springs The ...
I thought this Pen would ariseFrom the casket where it lies-- Of itself would arise and writeMy thanks and my surprise.When ...
They made the warrior's grave besideThe dashing of his native time:And there was mourning in the glen--The strong wail of ...
All are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time;Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme.Nothing useless ...
My way is on the bright blue sea, My sleep upon its rocking tide;And many an eye has followed me Where billows ...
She dwells by Great Kenhawa's side, In valleys green and cool;And all her hope and all her pride Are in the village ...
I sat by my window one night, And watched how the stars grew high;And the earth and skies were a splendid ...
As the dim twilight shrouds The mountain's purple crest,And Summer's white and folded clouds Are glowing in the west,Loud shouts come up ...
Until we meet again! That is the meaningOf the familiar words, that men repeat At parting in the street.Ah yes, till then! ...
THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks,Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the ...
There sat one day in quiet,By an alehouse on the Rhine,Four hale and hearty fellows,And drank the precious wine.The landlord's ...
Aspasie, trillistos. I heard the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls! I saw her sable skirts all fringed with ...
"Hast thou seen that lordly castle, That Castle by the Sea?Golden and red above it The clouds float gorgeously."And fain it would ...
By yon still river, where the wave Is winding slow at evening's close,The beech, upon a nameless grave, Its sadly-moving shadow throws.O'er ...
Here rest the weary oar! -- soft airs Breathe out in the o'erarching sky;And Night!-- sweet Night -- serenely wears A smile ...
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