Tegner’s Drapa (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
Heard a voice, that cried, "Balder the Beautiful Is dead, is dead!" And through the misty air Passed like the ...
Heard a voice, that cried, "Balder the Beautiful Is dead, is dead!" And through the misty air Passed like the ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
CONDEMN'D to Hope's delusive mine, As on we toil from day to day, By sudden blasts or slow decline Our ...
Spring wafts up the smell of bus exhaust, of bread and fried potatoes, tips green on the branches, repeats old ...
Con the dead page as 'twere live love: press on! Cold wisdom's words will ease thy track for thee; Aye, ...
DAMON. Haste! Sylvia! haste, my charming Maid! Let's leave these fashionable toys; Let's seek the shelter of some shade, And ...
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
If I were the wind blowing with gentle breezes for the receptive stormy blasts, to get his message out God's ...
A daughter's prayer, for a best friend, a hurting soul, torn apart staggered by the punches the body blows, gut ...
All it takes is faith, real faith and there is no darkness, no fear in the coming judgment, the winnowing ...
Lofty and enduring is the monument I've reared,-- Come, tempests, with your bitterness assailing; And thou, corrosive blasts of time, ...
Nil mortalibus ardui est Caelum ipsum petimus stultitia Horace FROM Persian looms the silk he wove No Weaver meant should ...
NOW spent the alter'd King, in am'rous Cares, The Hours of sacred Hymns and solemn Pray'rs: In vain the Alter ...
Soothing his Passions with a warb'ling Sound, A Shepherd-Swain lay stretch'd upon the Ground; Whilst all were mov'd, who their ...
While Monarchs in stern Battle strove For proud Imperial Sway; Abandon'd to his milder Love, Within a silent peaceful Grove, ...
WOE is me to tell it thee, Winter winds in Arcady! Scattered is thy flock and fled From the glades ...
Mark how the bashful morn in vain Courts the amorous marigold, With sighing blasts and weeping rain, Yet she refuses ...
My soul is sad, and much dismay'd; See, Lord, what legions of my foes, With fierce Apollyon at their head, ...
Have pity ! show no pity ! Those eyes that send such shivers Into my ...
Have pity ! show no pity ! Those eyes that send such shivers Into my ...
ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves ! How ...
High waving heather 'neath stormy blasts bending, Midnight and moonlight and bright shining stars, Darkness and glory rejoicingly blending, Earth ...
Fear death?-to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face, When the snows begin, and the blasts ...
SAD thy tale, thou idle page, And rueful thy alarms: Death tears the brother of her love From Isabella's arms. ...
Far from the Rappahannock, the silent Danube moves along toward the sea. The brown and green Nile rolls slowly Like ...
BUT lately seen in gladsome green, The woods rejoic'd the day, Thro' gentle showers, the laughing flowers In double pride ...
WHILE Europe's eye is fix'd on mighty things, The fate of Empires and the fall of Kings; While quacks of ...
Why should I care for the men of thames Or the cheating waves of charter'd streams Or shrink at the ...
I wander thro' each charter'd street. Near where the charter'd Thames does flow A mark in every face I meet ...
I love to rise in a summer morn, When the birds sing on every tree; The distant huntsman winds his ...
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