The Song Of Hiawatha IX: Hiawatha And The Pearl-Feathe (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
On the shores of Gitche Gumee,Of the shining Big-Sea-Water,Stood Nokomis, the old woman,Pointing with her finger westward,O'er the water pointing ...
On the shores of Gitche Gumee,Of the shining Big-Sea-Water,Stood Nokomis, the old woman,Pointing with her finger westward,O'er the water pointing ...
There were saddened hearts in Mudville for a week or even more;There were muttered oaths and curses- every fan in ...
"BRING out your dead!" The midnight streetHeard and gave back the hoarse, low call;Harsh fell the tread of hasty feet,Glanced ...
A farmer travelling with his loadPicked up a horseshoe in the road,And nailed it fast to his barn door,That Luck ...
Written for my friend Walter S. Mathews. There was a princess once, who loved the slave Of an Assyrian king, her father; ...
I shall be loved as quiet thingsAre loved—white pigeons in the sun,Curled yellow leaves that whisper downOne after one;The silver ...
Yes, pile the marble o'er him! It is wellThat ye who mocked him in his long stern strife,And planted in ...
A tall brave man of gray three score,The sable columns rode before,The knightliest of the knightly throng,The bravest of the ...
Part FirstYou'll recall, if you're strong on historical stuff, The name of that highly deluded old fluff Who chartered a ...
Thou art sleeping, brother, sleeping In thy lonely battle grave;Shadows o'er the past are creeping,Death, the reaper, still is reaping,Years ...
So he is dead. A strange, sad story clings About the memory of this mindless man;A tale that strips war's ...
'Number four-the girl who died on the table-The girl with golden hair-'The purpling body lies on the polished marble.We open ...
Was it a dream that all one summer nightWe toiled obscurely through a mighty woodTeeming with desperate armies; toiled to ...
On the shores of Gitche Gumee, Of the shining Big-Sea-Water, Stood Nokomis, the old woman, Pointing with her finger westward, ...
We must have clamored for the same mother, hurried for the same womb. I know it now as I read ...
'Number four-the girl who died on the table- The girl with golden hair-' The purpling body lies on the polished ...
No longer torn by what she knows And sees within the eyes of others, Her doubts are when the daylight ...
Oft seems the Time a market-town Where many merchant-spirits meet Who up and down and up and down Cry out ...
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