Voices Of The Night : Hymn To The Night (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
Aspasie, trillistos. I heard the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls! I saw her sable skirts all fringed with ...
Aspasie, trillistos. I heard the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls! I saw her sable skirts all fringed with ...
As parched in the barren sandsBeneath a burning sky,The worthless bramble with'ring stands,And only grows to die.Such is the sinner's ...
One comes across the strangest things in walks,Fragment of Abbey tithe barns fixed in modern,With Dutch-sort houses, where the water ...
But in the Wine-presses the human grapes sing not nor dance:They howl and writhe in shoals of torment, in fierce ...
Tell me, O Night! what horses hale the moon!Those of the sun rear now on Syria's day,But here the steeds ...
I wonder if the spell, the mystery,That like a haze about your silence clings,Moulding your void until we seem to ...
Trembling Creation's omnipresent sun,Immanent Harmonist, Whose rhythms run.Alike where midge pursues his swift romance,Or grave stars cluster for their midnight ...
for Learned and Augustus HandYou, my friends, and you strangers, all of you, Stand with me a little by the ...
My Love, and once again my Love,And then no more until the end,Until the waters cease to move,Until we rest ...
Crossing the infinite length of the moorland,Here comes the wind,The wind with his trumpet that Heralds November;Endless and infinite, crossing ...
When the fitful fever of the soul Is awakened in thee first;And thou goest like Judah's children forth, To slake ...
He gathered for His own delightThe sparkling waters of my soul.A thousand creatures, bubbling bright-He set me in a golden ...
These hills are sandy. Trees are dwarfed here. CrowsCaw dismally in skies of an arid brilliance,Complain in dusty pine-trees. Yellow ...
I heard the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls! I saw her sable skirts all fringed ...
We were taken from the ore-bed and the mine, We were melted in the furnace and the pit-- We were ...
Trusting in ourselves turning from the Lord following false gods evil on the earth Broken cisterns holding putrid bile rejecting ...
Not choosing the polluted waters dirty, collected in crack cisterns runoff of the world tainted waters, lacking no refreshment Choosing ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
Away, haunt thou me not, Thou vain Philosophy! Little hast thou bestead, Save to perplex the head, And leave the ...
I was born in a drouth year. That summer my mother waited in the house, enclosed in the sun and ...
But in the Wine-presses the human grapes sing not nor dance: They howl and writhe in shoals of torment, in ...
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