The Poets (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
O ye dead Poets, who are living still Immortal in your verse, though life be fled, And ye, O living ...
O ye dead Poets, who are living still Immortal in your verse, though life be fled, And ye, O living ...
Where run your colts at pasture? Where hide your mares to breed? 'Mid bergs about the Ice-cap Or wove Sargasso ...
The overfaithful sword returns the user His heart's desire at price of his heart's blood. The clamour of the arrogant ...
Here is nothing new nor aught unproven," say the Trumpets, "Many feet have worn it and the road is old ...
So long as 'neath the Kalka hills The tonga-horn shall ring, So long as down the Solon dip The hard-held ...
"And there was no more sea." Thus said The Lord in the Vault above the Cherubim Calling to the Angels ...
"And Gallio cared for none of these things."-- Acts xviii. 17 "Little Foxes"-- Actions and Reactions. All day long to ...
1930 When the grey geese heard the Fool's tread Too near to where they lay, They lifted neither voice nor ...
Read here: This is the story of Evarra -- man -- Maker of Gods in lands beyond the sea. Because ...
Abdhur Rahman, the Durani Chief, of him is the story told. His mercy fills the Khyber hills -- his grace ...
When spring-time flushes the desert grass, Our kafilas wind through the Khyber Pass. Lean are the camels but fat the ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
Be not sad because all men Prefer a lying clamour before you: Sweetheart, be at peace again -- - Can ...
We walked amongst the ruins famed in story Of Rozel-Tower, And saw the boundless waters stretch in glory And heave ...
Brooding on the eightieth letter of Fors Clavigera, I speak this in memory of my grandmother, whose childhood and prime ...
professor piebald (the oldest man in the home) was meek at the same time ribald he clothed his matter (so ...
Go! obedient to my call, Turn to profit thy young days, Wiser make betimes thy breast In Fate's balance as ...
His eyes are quickened so with grief, He can watch a grass or leaf Every instant grow; he can Clearly ...
I Like a gaunt, scraggly pine Which lifts its head above the mournful sandhills; And patiently, through dull years of ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
This much, O heaven-if I should brood or rave, Pity me not; but let the world be fed, Yea, in ...
There was crimson clash of war. Lands turned black and bare; Women wept; Babes ran, wondering. There came one who ...
Once there came a man Who said, "Range me all men of the world in rows." And instantly There was ...
When the Academy of Arts demanded freedom Of artistic expression from narrow-minded bureaucrats There was a howl and a clamour ...
My restless blood now lies a-quiver, Knowing that always, exquisitely, This April twilight on the river Stirs anguish in the ...
Hands and lit faces eddy to a line; The dazed last minutes click; the clamour dies. Beyond the great-swung arc ...
Little Cowboy, what have you heard, Up on the lonely rath's green mound? Only the plaintive yellow bird Sighing in ...
The vast and solemn company of clouds Around the Sun's death, lit, incarnadined, Cool into ashy wan; as Night enshrouds ...
We are thine, O Love, being in thee and made of thee, As théou, Léove, were the déep thought And ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
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