The White Man’s Foot (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
In his lodge beside a river, Close beside a frozen river, Sat an old man, sad and lonely. White his ...
In his lodge beside a river, Close beside a frozen river, Sat an old man, sad and lonely. White his ...
"Build me straight, O worthy Master! Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster, And with ...
1896 Mine was the woman to me, darkling I found her: Haling her dumb from the camp, held her and ...
The forest bitter, spiky, no shore breeze, no foothills, the grass grows matted, death will come with horses' hooves, endlessly ...
Of all the opry-houses then obtaining in the West The one which Milton Tootle owned was, by all odds, the ...
When I am in New York, I like to drop around at night, To visit with my honest, genial friends, ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
An imaginary composer.] I. Hist, but a word, fair and soft! Forth and be judged, Master Hugues! Answer the question ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
Gone are the days when you could walk on water. When you could walk. The days are gone. Only one ...
1 A CALIFORNIA song! A prophecy and indirection-a thought impalpable, to breathe, as air; A chorus of dryads, fading, departing-or ...
1 COME, my tan-faced children, Follow well in order, get your weapons ready; Have you your pistols? have you your ...
Our enemies have fall'n, have fall'n: the seed, The little seed they laugh'd at in the dark, Has risen and ...
My dream had never died or lived again. As in some mystic middle state I lay; Seeing I saw not, ...
for my friend Ruth, who urges me to make an appointment for the Sacrament of Confesson Concerning your letter in ...
Wreathe in a garland the corn's golden ear! With it, the Cyane blue intertwine Rapture must render each glance ...
Axes After whose stroke the wood rings, And the echoes! Echoes traveling Off from the center like horses. The sap ...
There is waving of grass in the breeze And a song in the air, And a murmur of myriad bees ...
King Robert the Bruce's deadly enemy, John of Lorn, Joined the English with eight hundred Highlanders one morn, All strong, ...
So spake the Son of God; and Satan stood A while as mute, confounded what to say, What to reply, ...
Thou Shepherd that dost Israel keep Give ear in time of need, Who leadest like a flock of sheep Thy ...
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