Hiawatha’s Wooing (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
"As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman; Though she bends him, she obeys him, ...
"As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman; Though she bends him, she obeys him, ...
By the shore of Gitche Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, At the doorway of his wigwam, In the pleasant Summer ...
X. Hiawatha's Wooing "As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman, Though she bends him, ...
Somewhere thou awaitest, And I, with lips unkissed, Weep that thus to latest Thou puttest off our tryst! The golden ...
I have been reading Pomfret's "Choice" this spring, A pretty kind of--sort of--kind of thing, Not much a verse, and ...
THE APPARITION OF HIS, MISTRESS, CALLING HIM TO ELYSIUM DESUNT NONNULLA-- Come then, and like two doves with silvery wings, ...
Lord, Thou hast given me a cell Wherein to dwell; An little house, whose humble roof Is weather-proof; Under the ...
I imagine them walking down rocky paths toward me, strong, Italian women returning at dusk from fields where they worked ...
The treasures of Heaven the love of God God alive within us indwelling in our hearts Earthen vessels only flawed ...
Like looking inside a Faberge Like a living foundry of Hell the maw of the oven glowing orange and red ...
The shape of the glass changing fluid, living art, cooling slowly kept red hot Glowing as he spun the pipe ...
Dried and gathered, pastel echoes of their blooms baskets, bowls of rose petals Beautiful memories supple skin, fading fragrance tokes ...
Surrounded by prickers, thorns tugging on my coat, my jeans lowering myself to the dark small fruit gathering in, berry ...
Like a giant game of blocks is the washing of dishes of a family of five even when only the ...
They were Four, Five, Six and Ten, or if you prefer, they were Green, Yellow, Blue, and Red, their mouths ...
Mesmerized, watching The skill, artistry Effortlessness in the heat Of the sweating craftsmen In the beach air On the Vineyard ...
Two pitchers, two bowls Two pair of hands of the pastor and the proconsul Metaphorical markers of a life well ...
Who should come up the road one day But the doctor-man in his two-wheel shay! And he whoaed his horse ...
WHERE now these mingled ruins lie A temple once to Bacchus rose, Beneath whose roof, aspiring high, Full many a ...
Our life is a fire dampened, or a fire shut up in stone. --Jacob Boehme, De Incarnatione Verbi Outside everything ...
I couldn't touch a stop and turn a screw, And set the blooming world a-work for me, Like such as ...
One Blessing had I than the rest So larger to my Eyes That I stopped gauging -- satisfied -- For ...
What is left now that we've used the last excuse, what is left to justify excess. The rhetoric at best ...
I Before I grew this spacesuit I was trim. I saw it in a doctor's report: "The subject is an ...
Search. Search. Seek. Seek. Cold. Cold. Clear. Clear. Sorrow. Sorrow. Pain. Pain. Hot flashes. Sudden chills. Stabbing pains. Slow agonies. ...
O THOU undaunted daughter of desires! By all thy dower of lights and fires; By all the eagle in thee, ...
O heart, the equal poise of love's both parts, Big alike with wounds and darts, Live in these conquering leaves; ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
George was lying in his trailer, flat on his back, watching a small portable T.V. His dinner dishes were undone, ...
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