The Golden Legend: Prologue & 1. (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
THE SPIRE OF STRASBURG CATHEDRAL.Night and storm. LUCIFER, with the Powers of theAir, trying to tear down the Cross. _Lucifer._ HASTEN! ...
THE SPIRE OF STRASBURG CATHEDRAL.Night and storm. LUCIFER, with the Powers of theAir, trying to tear down the Cross. _Lucifer._ HASTEN! ...
The labours of the plough, the various toilsThat, still returning with the changeful year,Demand the husbandman's and cottar's care;The joys ...
Weep!--for the wrath of God is over us!Weep!--for his arm is lifted to destroy!Famine hath thinned the land! in Autumn's ...
I.He stood where the mountain moss outspreadIts smoothness beneath his dusky foot;The chestnut boughs above his head,Hung motionless and mute.There ...
Intense the viewless flood of heat descendsOn hill, and dale, and wood, and tangled brake,Where, to the chirping grasshopper, the ...
Sweet month! thy locks with bursting buds begemmed,With opening hyacinths and hawthorn flowers,Fair still thou art, though showers bedim thine ...
URN and sarcophagus erst were with life adorn'd by the heathenFauns are dancing around, while with the Bacchanal troopChequerd circles ...
TO THEM THAT MOURNLet your tears flow; let your sad sighs have scope;Only take heed they fan, they water Hope.A ...
'Twas on the morning of that fateful day When Cyrus met on Thymbra's spacious plain The mighty host by wealthy ...
CHAUNTED BY JACK SAVAGE, AT THE LIFE-WAKE OF THE FINE ARKANSAS GENTLEMAN, WHO DIED BEFORE HIS TIME, 1859.(Occasioned by a ...
BLUE, the wreaths of smoke, like drooping bannersFrom the flaming battlements of sunsetHung suspended; and within his whareHipe, last of ...
Nay, Hylas, I have come To where life's landscape takes a western slope, And breezes from the occidental ...
The champions had come from their fields of war,Over the crests of the billows far,They had brought back the spoils ...
The dim, mysterious, ruddy lightThat ushers in an autumn night,Hung o'er the reeking fields that layBefore me, on my lonely ...
When on life's ocean first I spread my sail,I then implored a mild auspicious gale;And from the slippery strand I ...
INSCRIPTION FOR AN ANTIQUE PITCHER Come, old friend! sit down and listen! From the pitcher, placed between us, How the ...
Friend of the Wise ! and Teacher of the Good ! Into my heart have I received that Lay More ...
Sense with keenest edge unusèd, Yet unsteel'd by scathing fire; Lovely feet as yet unbruisèd On the ways of dark ...
A man came slowly from the setting sun, To Emer, raddling raiment in her dun, And said, 'I am that ...
Come, Death, I'd have a word with thee; And thou, poor Innocency; And Love -- a lad with broken wing; ...
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