Excelsior (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
The shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ...
The shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ...
I There dwells a mighty pair - Slow, statuesque, intense - Amid the vague Immense: None can their chronicle declare, ...
Give me truths, For I am weary of the surfaces, And die of inanition. If I knew Only the herbs ...
Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown, Of thee, from the hill-top looking down; And the heifer, that lows ...
I love the hour that comes, with dusky hair And dewy feet, along the Alpine dells To lead the cattle ...
I cannot be ashamed Because I cannot see The love you offer -- Magnitude Reverses Modesty And I cannot be ...
I The roaring of Te Whaiau intake weir intrudes as sleep eludes again to soar across the lake on white-tipped, ...
It seldom snowed in Camp they said, on the mountains, yes, and in the Styx, aka zone six. That's where ...
'Of course,' I said, 'we cannot hope to find What we are looking for in anyone; They glitter, maybe, but ...
I Behold, my child, the Nordic man, And be as like him, as you can; His legs are long, his ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
My sister! my sweet sister! if a name Dearer and purer were, it should be thine; Mountains and seas divide ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
Glion?--Ah, twenty years, it cuts All meaning from a name! White houses prank where once were huts. Glion, but not ...
Through Alpine meadows soft-suffused With rain, where thick the crocus blows, Past the dark forges long disused, The mule-track from ...
The cypress stood up like a church That night we felt our love would hold, And saintly moonlight seemed to ...
Thou fair hair'd angel of the evening, Now, while the sun rests on the mountains light, Thy bright torch of ...
WHERE on the bosom of the foamy RHINE, In curling waves the rapid waters shine; Where tow'ring cliffs in awful ...
BEAUTY, the attribute of Heaven! In various forms to mortals given, With magic skill enslaves mankind, As sportive fancy sways ...
XV On The Late Massacher In Piemont Avenge O lord thy slaughter'd Saints, whose bones Lie scatter'd on the Alpine ...
There is delight in singing, though none hear Beside the singer; and there is delight In praising, though the praiser ...
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