Belisarius (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
I am poor and old and blind; The sun burns me, and the wind Blows through the city gate And ...
I am poor and old and blind; The sun burns me, and the wind Blows through the city gate And ...
Where run your colts at pasture? Where hide your mares to breed? 'Mid bergs about the Ice-cap Or wove Sargasso ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
Thy shadow, Earth, from Pole to Central Sea, Now steals along upon the Moon's meek shine In even monochrome and ...
You have obey'd, you WINDS, that must fulfill The Great Disposer's righteous Will; Throughout the Land, unlimited you flew, Nor ...
Forgetfulness is like a song That, freed from beat and measure, wanders. Forgetfulness is like a bird whose wings are ...
Low was our pretty Cot : our tallest Rose Peep'd at the chamber-window. We could hear At silent noon, and ...
Doors were left open in heaven again: drafts wheeze, clouds wrap their ripped pages around roofs and trees. Like wet ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
Proem. 1.1 Although great Queen, thou now in silence lie, 1.2 Yet thy loud Herald Fame, doth to the sky ...
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
Something strange is creeping across me. La Celestina has only to warble the first few bars Of "I Thought about ...
AGAIN the silent wheels of time Their annual round have driven, And you, tho' scarce in maiden prime, Are so ...
The cypress stood up like a church That night we felt our love would hold, And saintly moonlight seemed to ...
1. Then the Inhabitants of those Cities: Felt their Nerves change into Marrow And hardening Bones began In swift diseases ...
From blossoms released by the moonlight, from an aroma of exasperated love, steeped in fragrance, yellowness drifted from the lemon ...
I tell you that I see her still At the dark entrance of the hall. One gas lamp burning near ...
We shall launch our shallop on waters blue from some dim primrose shore, We shall sail with the magic of ...
After seeing at Boston the statue of Robert Gould Shaw, killed while storming Fort Wagner, July 18, 1863, at the ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
How lovely are thy dwellings fair! O Lord of Hoasts, how dear The pleasant Tabernacles are! Where thou do'st dwell ...
The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he a while Thought him still speaking, ...
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