Hiawatha’s Lamentation (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
In those days the Evil Spirits, All the Manitos of mischief, Fearing Hiawatha's wisdom, And his love for Chibiabos, Jealous ...
In those days the Evil Spirits, All the Manitos of mischief, Fearing Hiawatha's wisdom, And his love for Chibiabos, Jealous ...
Two good friends had Hiawatha, Singled out from all the others, Bound to him in closest union, And to whom ...
Should you ask me, whence these stories? Whence these legends and traditions, With the odors of the forest With the ...
Spake full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, ...
Here is the ancient floor, Footworn and hollowed and thin, Here was the former door Where the dead feet walked ...
When man had ceased to utter his lament, A god then let me tell my tale of sorrow. WHAT hope ...
WHEN the primeval All-holy Father Sows with a tranquil hand From clouds, as they roll, Bliss-spreading lightnings Over the earth, ...
Like children, vulnerable unable to help ourselves the things that truly matter life, eternal hope Absolute dependence on the love, ...
Complete, utter, childlike trust vulnerable and dependent so must we be, to understand his love his grace, his gift of ...
A NEIGHBOR of mine in the village Likes to tell how one spring When she was a girl on the ...
I Thou who hast made thy dwelling fair With flowers beneath, above with starry lights, And set thine altars everywhere,-- ...
Every time I laugh aloud, who springs to mind but Johnnie Howard? Cathartic laughter eases stress which Johnnie causes in ...
'Tis true, Idoloclastes Satyrane ! (So call him, for so mingling blame with praise, And smiles with anxious looks, his ...
Every month or so, Sundays, we walked the line, The limit and the boundary. Past the sweet gum Superb above ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
"Am I, at bottom, that fervent little Spanish Catholic child who chastised herself for loving toys, who forbade herself the ...
'O Jesus Christ! I'm hit,' he said; and died. Whether he vainly cursed, or prayed indeed, The Bullets chirped - ...
This, then, is she, My mother as she looked at seventeen, When she first met my father. Young incredibly, Younger ...
Had she come all the way for this, To part at last without a kiss? Yea, had she borne the ...
Forget the suffering You caused others. Forget the suffering Others caused you. The waters run and run, Springs sparkle and ...
Making Love All Through the Night and All Through the Day My Man is passionate and strong, all through the ...
A Song in Chinese Tapestries "How, how," he said. "Friend Chang," I said, "San Francisco sleeps as the dead- Ended ...
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