The Hunting Of Pau-Puk Keewis (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Full of wrath was Hiawatha When he came into the village, Found the people in confusion, Heard of all the ...
Full of wrath was Hiawatha When he came into the village, Found the people in confusion, Heard of all the ...
On the Mountains of the Prairie, On the great Red Pipe-stone Quarry, Gitche Manito, the mighty, He the Master of ...
1895 There's a Legion that never was listed, That carries no colours or crest, But, split in a thousand detachments, ...
We sat in the belly of the aeroplane and held out for sirens to swerve across the grass; men with ...
Oh all ye, who pass by, whose eyes and mind To worldly things are sharp, but to me blind; To ...
I have put on my great coat it is cold. It is an outer garment. Coarse, woolen. Of unknown origin. ...
Though skilled in Latin and in Greek, And earning fifty cents a week, Such knowledge, and the income, too, Should ...
Bustopher Jones is not skin and bones-- In fact, he's remarkably fat. He doesn't haunt pubs--he has eight or nine ...
Half past twelve. Time has gone by quickly since nine o'clock when I lit the lamp and sat down here. ...
It could be the name of a prehistoric beast that roamed the Paleozoic earth, rising up on its hind legs ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
I miss him. When I get back to camp I'll dig him up. Well, he can prop & watch, can't ...
Welcome, grinned Henry, welcome, fifty-one! I never cared for fifty, when nothing got done. The hospitals were fun in certain ...
WHEN Guilford good our pilot stood An' did our hellim thraw, man, Ae night, at tea, began a plea, Within ...
RecitativoWHEN lyart leaves bestrow the yird, Or wavering like the bauckie-bird, Bedim cauld Boreas' blast; When hailstanes drive wi' bitter ...
Part 1 WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing -- This ...
Close by those meads, for ever crown'd with flow'rs, Where Thames with pride surveys his rising tow'rs, There stands a ...
for Ruth Fainlight I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root; It is what ...
All ye tourists who wish to be away From the crowded city for a brief holiday; The town of Nairn ...
The bank broke and I lost my savings. I was sick of the tiresome game in Spoon River And I ...
I won the prize essay at school Here in the village, And published a novel before I was twenty-five. I ...
[The late Mr. Jonathan Swift Somers, laureate of Spoon River, planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty-four books, but ...
A Song in Chinese Tapestries "How, how," he said. "Friend Chang," I said, "San Francisco sleeps as the dead- Ended ...
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