The Song Of Hiawatha XIX: The Ghosts (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
Never stoops the soaring vultureOn his quarry in the desert,On the sick or wounded bison,But another vulture, watchingFrom his high ...
Never stoops the soaring vultureOn his quarry in the desert,On the sick or wounded bison,But another vulture, watchingFrom his high ...
ADAM and EVE's unhappy, sinful, Race,Late heirs apparent of the fiery lake,To you, great joy is come — your sorrows ...
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun,And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run;There is laughter ...
Wonder not Blount, whose magick HandLifts to the Clouds thy native Land,That in these busy, golden Times,Thy Ears are teaz'd ...
In a far off hamlet near the seaWhere billows oft, in days of storm, andNights of darkness rush reckless to ...
In ancient days, in old, immortal Rome,Where virtues, surnamed Roman, had their home;When Virtue triumphed over Vice, and threwAcross their ...
SILLIANDER and PATCH. THOU so many favours hast receiv'd, Wondrous to tell, and hard to be believ'd, Oh ! H—— D, to my lays attention lend, Hear how two lovers boastingly contend ; Like thee successful, such their bloomy youth, Renown'd alike for gallantry and truth. St. JAMES's bell had toll'd some wretches in, (As tatter'd riding-hoods alone could sin) The happier sinners now their charms put out, And to their manteaus their complexions suit : The opera queens had finish'd half their faces, And city-dames allready taken places ; Fops of all kinds to see the Lion, run ; The beauties stay till the first act's begun, And beaux step home to put fresh linen on. No well-dress'd youth in coffee-house remain'd, But pensive PATCH, who on the window lean'd ; And SILLIANDER, that alert and gay, First pick'd his teeth, and then began to say.SILLIANDER. Why all these sighs ? ah ! why so pensive grown ? Some cause there is that thus you sit alone. Does hapless passion all this sorrow move ? Or dost thou envy where the ladies love ?PATCH. If, whom they love, my envy must pursue, 'Tis sure, at least, I never envy You.SILLIANDER. No, I'm unhappy, You are in the right, 'Tis You they favour, and 'tis Me they slight. Yet I could tell, but that I hate to boast, A club of ladies where 'tis Me they toast.PATCH. Toasting does seldom any favour prove ; Like us, they never toast the thing they love. A certain Duke one night my health begun ; With chearful pledges round the room it run, Till the young SILVIA press'd to drink it too, Started, and vow'd she knew not what to do : What, drink a fellow's health ! she dy'd with shame : Yet blush'd whenever she pronounc'd my name.SILLIANDER. Ill fates pursue me, may I never find The dice propitious, or the ladies kind, If fair Miss FLIPPY's fan I did not tear, And one from me she condescends to wear.PATCH. Women are always ready to receive ; 'Tis then a favour when the sex will give. A lady (but she is too great to name) Beauteous in person, spotless is her fame, With gentle strugglings let me force this ring ; Another day may give another thing.SILLIANDER. I cou'd say something — see this billet-doux — And as for presents — look upon my shoe — These buckles were not forc'd, nor half a theft, But a young Countess fondly made the gift.PATCH. My Countess is more nice, more artful too, Affects to fly that I may fierce pursue : This snuff-box which I begg'd, she still deny'd, And when I strove to snatch it, seem'd to hide ; She laugh'd and fled, and as I sought to seize, With affectation cramm'd it down her stays : Yet hop'd she did not place it there unseen, I press'd her breasts, and pull'd it from between.SILLIANDER. Last night, as I stood ogling of her Grace, Drinking delicious poison from her face, The soft enchantress did that face decline, Nor ever rais'd her eyes to meet with mine ; With sudden art some secret did pretend, Lean'd cross two chairs to whisper to a friend, While the stiff whalebone with the motion rose, And thousand beauties to my sight expose.PATCH. Early this morn — (but I was ask'd to come) I drank bohea in CÆLIA's dressing-room : Warm from her bed, to me alone within, Her night-gown fasten'd with a single pin ; Her night-cloaths tumbled with resistless grace, And her bright hair play'd careless round her face ; Reaching the kettle, made her gown unpin, She wore no waistcoat, and her shift was thin.SILLIANDER. See TITIANA driving to the park, Hark ! let us follow, 'tis not yet too dark ; In her all beauties of the spring are seen, Her cheeks are rosy, and her mantle green.PATCH. See, TINTORETTA to the opera goes ! Haste, or the crowd will not permit our bows ; In her the glory of the heav'ns we view, Her eyes are star-like, and her mantle blue.SILLIANDER. What colour does in CÆLIA's stockings shine ? Reveal that secret, and the prize is thine.PATCH. What are her garters ! tell me if you can ; I'll freely own thee for the happier man. Thus PATCH continued his heroic strain, While SILLIANDER but contends in vain. After a conquest so important gain'd, Unrival'd PATCH in ev'ry ruelle reign'd. (Mary Wortley Montagu)
Now while these evil ones took counsel strange,The son of Lamech journeyed home; and, lo!A company came down, and struck ...
One morn as through Hyde Park we walk'd,My friend and I, by chance we talk'dOf Lessing's famed Laocooen;And after we awhile ...
My friend has left me, he has gone away;Before his time-so long before-he went.Bright was the dawn of his unended ...
"THE sun shines in a cloudless sky,The lake is blue and still;Up, Flora! on thine errand hie,And climb the eyrie ...
ON Gask's deserted ancient hallWas twilight closing fast,And, in its dismal shadows, allSeem'd lofty, void, and vast.All sounds of life, ...
I had rather write one word upon the rockOf ages than ten thousand in the sand.The rock of ages! lo ...
DEDICATED BY A CONTRIBUTOR TO THE COLLEGIAN,1830, TO THE EDITORS OF THE HARVARD ADVOCATE, 1876.'T WAS on the famous trotting-ground,The ...
-A RhapsodyOf all the various lots around the ball,Which fate to man distributes, absolute;Avert, ye gods! that of the Muse's ...
"'I loosened the bonds which bindThe Pestilence, my slave;I sent him forth as the wind,I bade him stand in the ...
Mater ait, tacta est dea Nomine Matris.Ovid--- Utinam modo dicere PossemCarmina digna dea, certe est dea carmine digna.VirgilLet hireling Poets ...
It was upon an April morn,While yet the frost lay hoar,We heard Lord James's bugle-hornSound by the rocky shore.Then down ...
'Ceste insignefable et tragicque comedie' RABELMS.IThe sun was down, and twilight greyFilled half the air; but in the room,Whose curtain ...
CUBA, of what avail that thou art fair! Pearl of the seas, the pride of the Antilles! If thy poor sons, have ...
BLOW, LONG TRADE WINDS of American speech,Over this land where we can rise, unfurlOur new and untried sails, and drive ...
Inamoratas, with an approbation,Bestowed his title. Blessed his inclination.He wakes, unwinds, elaborately: a catTawny, reluctant, royal. He is fatAnd fine ...
In those days the Evil Spirits,All the Manitos of mischief,Fearing Hiawatha's wisdom,And his love for Chibiabos,Jealous of their faithful friendship,And ...
MAN SPEAKER.FAST by that shore where Thames' translucent streamReflects new glories on his breast,Where, splendid as the youthful poet's dream,He ...
DEAR SIR,--Your letter come to han' Requestin' me to please be funny;But I ain't made upon a plan Thet knows wut's comin', ...
IBLUE as blossom of the myrtleSmiled the steadfast eyes of OlafOn the host of ships that harriedHis enraged, gold-glittering Dragon,Snared ...
From the German of Buerger.Ich will euch erzaehlen ein Maerchen gar schnurrig; u.s.w.PRAY, listen, good friends, and I'll tell you ...
'Twas sunrise; the spirits of mist trailed their white robes on dewy savannas,And the flowers raised their heads to be kissed by ...
My window looks upon a wood That stands as tangled as it stood When God was centuries too young To care how right ...
What Mortal man can with his Span mete out Eternity?Or fathom it by depth of Wit, or strength of Memory?The ...
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