TO A CHILD (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Dear child! how radiant on thy mother's knee, With merry-making eyes and jocund smiles, Thou gazest at the painted tiles, ...
Dear child! how radiant on thy mother's knee, With merry-making eyes and jocund smiles, Thou gazest at the painted tiles, ...
IN Lombardy's fair land, in days of yore, Once dwelt a prince, of youthful charms, a store; Each FAIR, with ...
Mungojerrie and Rumpelteazer were a very notorious couple of cats. As knockabout clown, quick-change comedians, tight-rope walkers and acrobats They ...
The mountains that enfold the vale With walls of granite, steep and high, Invite the fearless foot to scale Their ...
The Soul should always stand ajar That if the Heaven inquire He will not be obliged to wait Or shy ...
The Body grows without -- The more convenient way -- That if the Spirit -- like to hide Its Temple ...
She lay as if at play Her life had leaped away -- Intending to return -- But not so soon ...
Noon -- is the Hinge of Day -- Evening -- the Tissue Door -- Morning -- the East compelling the ...
It knew no Medicine -- It was not Sickness -- then -- Nor any need of Surgery -- And therefore ...
I know some lonely Houses off the Road A Robber'd like the look of -- Wooden barred, And Windows hanging ...
I cannot live with You -- It would be Life -- And Life is over there -- Behind the Shelf ...
Thank you Ambrose for the kitchen door ajar, a sign your friendship never closed on me, an amity extended from ...
You and me, the proof is there to see, our lives are held within the spell of great simplicity, we're ...
I am poor brother Lippo, by your leave! You need not clap your torches to my face. Zooks, what's to ...
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
1 He listened at the porch that day, To hear the wheel go on, and on; And then it stopped, ...
No map traces the street Where those two sleepers are. We have lost track of it. They lie as if ...
Kind solace in a dying hour! Such, father, is not (now) my theme- I will not madly deem that power ...
Observe the clasped hands! Are they hands of farewell or greeting, Hands that I helped or hands that helped me? ...
"What should such fellows as I do, Crawling between earth and heaven?" Here is the phial; here I turn the ...
O God, my dream! I dreamed that you were dead; Your mother hung above the couch and wept Whereon you ...
Wheeling them in, the yard gate at half-mast with its ticking hinge, the tin bucket with a hairnet of webs, ...
There are hours when every thing creaks when chairs stretch their arms, tables their legs and closets crack their backs, ...
When thin-strewn memory I look through, I see most clearly poor Miss Loo, Her tabby cat, her cage of birds, ...
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