Hiawatha And The Pearl-Feather (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
On the shores of Gitche Gumee, Of the shining Big-Sea-Water, Stood Nokomis, the old woman, Pointing with her finger westward, ...
On the shores of Gitche Gumee, Of the shining Big-Sea-Water, Stood Nokomis, the old woman, Pointing with her finger westward, ...
That night your great guns, unawares, Shook all our coffins as we lay, And broke the chancel window-squares, We thought ...
Mine Enemy is growing old -- I have at last Revenge -- The Palate of the Hate departs -- If ...
The early sun is so pale and shadowy, I could be looking up at a ghost in the shape of ...
ALONG the banks where Babel's current flows Our captive bands in deep despondence stray'd, While Zion's fall in sad remembrance ...
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem My ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
"Had we never loved so kindly, Had we never loved so blindly, Never met or never parted, We had ne'er ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
I The bitterness. the misery, the wretchedness of childhood Put me out of love with God. I can't believe in ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
I heard an angel speak last night, And he said 'Write! Write a Nation's curse for me, And send it ...
"I die, I die!" the Mother said, "My children die for lack of bread. What more has the merciless Tyrant ...
"I die, I die!" the Mother said, "My children die for lack of bread. What more has the merciless Tyrant ...
I shall never get out of this! There are two of me now: This new absolutely white person and the ...
'Twas in the year 1815, and on the 18th day of June, That British cannon, against the French army, loudly ...
I reached the highest place in Spoon River, But through what bitterness of spirit! The face of my father, sitting ...
Avenging and bright fall the swift sword of Erin On him who the brave sons of Usna betray'd! -- For ...
XV On The Late Massacher In Piemont Avenge O lord thy slaughter'd Saints, whose bones Lie scatter'd on the Alpine ...
If a man could bite the giant hand That catchs and destroys him, As I was bitten by a rat ...
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