The Fiftieth Birthday Of Agassiz. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First) (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
It was fifty years ago In the pleasant month of May,In the beautiful Pays de Vaud, A child in its cradle lay.And ...
It was fifty years ago In the pleasant month of May,In the beautiful Pays de Vaud, A child in its cradle lay.And ...
When winter winds are piercing chill, And through the hawthorn blows the gale,With solemn feet I tread the hill, That overbrows the ...
Dead he lay among his books!The peace of God was in his looks.As the statues in the gloomWatch o'er Maximilian's ...
I heard the bells on Christmas DayTheir old familiar carols play,And wild and sweetThe words repeatOf peace on earth, good-will ...
Behold! a giant am I! Aloft here in my tower, With my granite jaws I devourThe maize, and the wheat, and the ...
By his evening fire the artist Pondered o'er his secret shame;Baffled, weary, and disheartened, Still he mused, and dreamed of fame.'T was ...
God sent his Singers upon earthWith songs of sadness and of mirth,That they might touch the hearts of men,And bring ...
For thee was a house builtEre thou wast born,For thee was a mould meantEre thou of mother camest.But it is ...
How I started up in the night, in the night, Drawn on without rest or reprieval!The streets, with their watchmen, were ...
There is a Reaper whose name is Death,And, with his sickle keen,He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,And the ...
A Youth, light-hearted and content, I wander through the worldHere, Arab-like, is pitched my tent And straight again is furled.Yet oft I ...
Much it behovethEach one of mortals,That he his soul's journeyIn himself ponder,How deep it may be.When Death cometh,The bonds he ...
O gift of God! O perfect day:Whereon shall no man work, but play;Whereon it is enough for me,Not to be ...
O curfew of the setting sun! O Bells of Lynn!O requiem of the dying day! O Bells of Lynn!From the ...
Gentle Spring! in sunshine clad,Well dost thou thy power display!For Winter maketh the light heart sad,And thou, thou makest the ...
Dark is the morning with mist; in the narrow mouth of the harbor Motionless lies the sea, under its curtain of ...
O, how blest are ye whose toils are ended!Who, through death, have unto God ascended!Ye have arisenFrom the cares which ...
In the village churchyard she lies,Dust is in her beautiful eyes, No more she breathes, nor feels, nor stirs;At her feet ...
Sweet babe! true portrait of thy father's face,Sleep on the bosom that thy lips have pressed!Sleep, little one; and closely, ...
O Hemlock tree! O hemlock tree! how faithful are thy branches! Green not alone in summer time, But in the winter's frost ...
I know a maiden fair to see, Take care!She can both false and friendly be, Beware! Beware! Trust her not,She is fooling thee!She ...
The twilight is sad and cloudy, The wind blows wild and free,And like the wings of sea-birds Flash the white caps of ...
The old house by the lindens Stood silent in the shade,And on the gravelled pathway The light and shadow played.I saw the ...
Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State!Sail on, O Union, strong and great!Humanity with all its fears,With all the ...
Sleep, comrades, sleep and rest On this Field of the Grounded Arms,Where foes no more molest, Nor sentry's shot alarms!Ye have slept ...
Christ to the young man said: "Yet one thing more; If thou wouldst perfect be,Sell all thou hast and give it ...
Bell! thou soundest merrily,When the bridal party To the church doth hie!Bell! thou soundest solemnly.When, on Sabbath morning, Fields deserted lie!Bell! thou ...
My soul its secret hath, my life too hath its mystery,A love eternal in a moment's space conceived;Hopeless the evil ...
Into the Silent Land!Ah! who shall lead us thither?Clouds in the evening sky more darkly gather,And shattered wrecks lie thicker ...
Where are the Poets, unto whom belong The Olympian heights; whose singing shafts were sent Straight to the mark, and not from ...
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