The Peace-Pipe (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
On the Mountains of the Prairie, On the great Red Pipe-stone Quarry, Gitche Manito, the mighty, He the Master of ...
On the Mountains of the Prairie, On the great Red Pipe-stone Quarry, Gitche Manito, the mighty, He the Master of ...
You say I love not, 'cause I do not play Still with your curls, and kiss the time away. You ...
Cutting off our answers what we may be thinking our pastor reminding us chiding our thoughts all of us gifted ...
Walking with Christ and yet losing focus wanting divine wrath for a minor crime The disciples asking for holy fire ...
A garment of virtues the grace of God given putting on Christ to guide our way Mercy as he showed ...
The sinner, knowing himself, chiding his fellow, speaking truth that day the righteousness of their sentence the judgment upon them ...
He was right there, in the heart of it standing in the water, calling the people chiding the charlatans, the ...
Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter, And from the orchard a voice echoes and ...
There was a certain gentleman, Ben Apfelgarten called, Who lived way off in Germany a many years ago, And he ...
Syn that you, Chloe, to your moder sticken, Maketh all ye yonge bacheloures full sicken; Like as a lyttel deere ...
I'll tell of Canute, King of England, A native of Denmark was he, His hobbies was roving and raiding And ...
Phoebus, arise! And paint the sable skies With azure, white, and red: Rouse Memnon's mother from her Tithon's bed That ...
In your mother's apple-orchard, Just a year ago, last spring: Do you remember, Yvonne! The dear trees lavishing Rain of ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
Oh! could I hope the wise and pure in heart Might hear my song without a frown, nor deem My ...
The day had been a day of wind and storm;-- The wind was laid, the storm was overpast,-- And stooping ...
And the first grey of morning fill'd the east, And the fog rose out of the Oxus stream. But all ...
1 You, once a belle in Shreveport, with henna-colored hair, skin like a peachbud, still have your dresses copied from ...
Releas'd from the noise of the butcher and baker Who, my old friends be thanked, did seldom forsake her, And ...
In ruck and quibble of courtfolk This giant hulked, I tell you, on her scene With hands like derricks, Looks ...
In visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed- But a waking dream of life and light ...
Cometh the night. The wind falls low, The trees swing slowly to and fro: Around the church the headstones grey ...
A Fantasy, dedicated to the little poet Alice Oliver Henderson, ten years old. The Fantasy shows how tiger-hearts are the ...
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