The Revenge of Rain-in-the-Face (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
In that desolate land and lone, Where the Big Horn and Yellowstone Roar down their mountain path, By their fires ...
In that desolate land and lone, Where the Big Horn and Yellowstone Roar down their mountain path, By their fires ...
Listen sweet Dove unto my song, And spread thy golden wings in me; Hatching my tender heart so long, Till ...
IN Lombardy's fair land, in days of yore, Once dwelt a prince, of youthful charms, a store; Each FAIR, with ...
To the still Covert of a Wood About the prime of Day, A Lyon, satiated with Food, With stately Pace, ...
Oh, let me not serve so, as those men serve Whom honour's smokes at once fatten and starve; Poorly enrich't ...
The day begins to droop,-- Its course is done: But nothing tells the place Of the setting sun. The hazy ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
When Friendship or Love Our sympathies move; When Truth, in a glance, should appear, The lips may beguile, With a ...
JANUARY HAIL, January, that bearest here On snowbright breasts the babe-faced year That weeps and trembles to be born. Hail, ...
The cruel war was over -- oh, the triumph was so sweet! We watched the troops returning, through our tears; ...
"Yes, LAURA, yes, pure as the virgin snow's "That on the bosom of the whirlwind move,, "For thee my faithful ...
UNFADING branch of verdant hue, In modest sweetness drest, Shake off thy pearly tears of dew, And decorate my breast. ...
[As a Tribute of Esteem and Admiration this Poem is inscribed to ROBERT MERRY, Esq. A. M. Member of the ...
SWIFT o'er the bounding deep the VESSEL glides, Its streamers flutt'ring in the summer gales, The lofty mast the breezy ...
O THOU, whose sober precepts can controul The wild impatience of the troubled soul, Sweet Nymph serene ! whose all-consoling ...
Oft have I seen yon Solitary Man Pacing the upland meadow. On his brow Sits melancholy, mark'd with decent pride, ...
Oh, the sight entrancing, When morning's beam is glancing O'er files array'd With helm and blade, And plumes in the ...
Alas, how pleasant are their dayes With whom the Infant Love yet playes! Sorted by pairs, they still are seen ...
What can you say about the Mets down three games to none one run down with six outs to go ...
Athens, Greece, August 25, 2004 Gold-Medal Gal of Israel By Sharon Esther Lampert (The Sexist Creative Genius in Human History) ...
Remember when Khrushchev said "We will bury you!" on the cover of Time I thought he was employing a metaphor ...
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