The Spirit of Poetry (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
There is a quiet spirit in these woods, That dwells where'er the gentle south-wind blows; Where, underneath the white-thorn, in ...
There is a quiet spirit in these woods, That dwells where'er the gentle south-wind blows; Where, underneath the white-thorn, in ...
Too late, alas! the song To remedy the wrong; -- The rooms are taken from us, swept and garnished for ...
When spring-time flushes the desert grass, Our kafilas wind through the Khyber Pass. Lean are the camels but fat the ...
GRANDMOTHER's mother: her age, I guess, Thirteen summers, or something less; Girlish bust, but womanly air; Smooth, square forehead with ...
I O the opal and the sapphire of that wandering western sea, And the woman riding high above with bright ...
"Give me my bow," said Robin Hood, "An arrow give to me; And where 't is shot mark thou that ...
O fountain of Bandusia, Whence crystal waters flow, With garlands gay and wine I'll pay The sacrifice I owe; A ...
Sweetheart, be my sweetheart When birds are on the wing, When bee and bud and babbling flood Bespeak the birth ...
Teach Him -- When He makes the names -- Such an one -- to say -- On his babbling -- ...
One dreary September day Emperor Manuel Komninos felt his death was near. The court astrologers -bribed, of course- went on ...
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
Black trees against an orange sky, Trees that the wind shook terribly, Like a harsh spume along the road, Quavering ...
"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 ...
The high ones die, die. They die. You look up and who's there? â?"Easy, easy, Mr Bones. I is on ...
NO Spartan tube, no Attic shell, No lyre Æolian I awake; 'Tis liberty's bold note I swell, Thy harp, Columbia, ...
Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd, I said, Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The dog-star ...
This is what I most want unpursued, alone to reach beyond the light that I am furthest from. And for ...
In Arthur's house whileome was I When happily the time went by In midmost glory of his days. He held ...
To what purpose, April, do you return again? Beauty is not enough. You can no longer quiet me with the ...
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