Hiawatha’s Sailing (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
"Give me of your bark, O Birch-tree! Of your yellow bark, O Birch-tree! Growing by the rushing river, Tall and ...
"Give me of your bark, O Birch-tree! Of your yellow bark, O Birch-tree! Growing by the rushing river, Tall and ...
Oh all ye, who pass by, whose eyes and mind To worldly things are sharp, but to me blind; To ...
If by chance your eye offend you, Pluck it out, lad, and be sound: 'Twill hurt, but here are salves ...
ONCE I held a well-carved brimming goblet,-- In my two hands tightly clasp'd I held it, Eagerly the sweet wine ...
Do I see a contest yonder? See I miracles or pastimes? Beauteous urchins, five in number, 'Gainst five sisters fair ...
[This Cantata was written for Prince Frederick of Gotha, and set to music by Winter, the Prince singing the part ...
FAIN had I to-day surprised my mistress, But soon found I that her door was fasten'd. Yet I had the ...
WHO will hear me? Whom shall I lament to? Who would pity me that heard my sorrows? Ah, the lip ...
The morn arrived; his footstep quickly scared The gentle sleep that round my senses clung, And I, awak'ning, from my ...
THOU who comest from on high, Who all woes and sorrows stillest, Who, for twofold misery, Hearts with twofold balsam ...
How happens it that thou art sad, While happy all appear? Thine eye proclaims too well that thou Hast wept ...
[The following explanation is necessary, in order to make this ode in any way intelligible. The Poet is supposed to ...
The smell of the balsam and cedar as I climb into the clouds the thick gray around me wet from ...
The snap of the branches underfoot watching where I walk the path refracting the light the mica reflecting the sun ...
Up above the treeline the moles, the scrub, the forest lichen on the rocks adding color to the gray The ...
Out on the mountain rich in summer the greens so deep almost hurting my eyes Trying to focus, also in ...
The new candle tarts, ready for the winter season shared by the shopper yesterday, the fruits of her labor, presented ...
Algae, moss and lichen Up above the trees Granite, quartz and mica Cleared by the breeze Running down the spine ...
Late January, in the cold clear wood Boots crunch through layers of snow and ice Breath catches in beard and ...
Farewell, lov'd Youth! since 'twas the Will of Heaven So soon to take, what had so late been giv'n; And ...
Knows he who tills this lonely field To reap its scanty corn, What mystic fruit his acres yield At midnight ...
A tale that the poet Rückert told To German children, in days of old; Disguised in a random, rollicking rhyme ...
Death is like the insect Menacing the tree, Competent to kill it, But decoyed may be. Bait it with the ...
Night's grating of steel on stone and splash of water crashing from the buckets brings back that moment in a ...
LOVE, thou are absolute, sole Lord Of life and death. To prove the word, We'll now appeal to none of ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
-and not simply by the fact that this shading of forest cannot show the fragrance of balsam, the gloom of ...
Heap cassia, sandal-buds and stripes Of labdanum, and aloe-balls, Smeared with dull nard an Indian wipes From out her hair: ...
HEAP cassia, sandal-buds and stripes Of labdanum, and aloe-balls, Smear'd with dull nard an Indian wipes From out her hair: ...
It was taken some time ago. At first it seems to be a smeared print: blurred lines and grey flecks ...
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