The Wreck of the Hesperus (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
It was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea; And the skipper had taken his little daughter, To bear ...
It was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea; And the skipper had taken his little daughter, To bear ...
A roaring company that festive night; The beast of dialectic dragged his chains, Prowling from chair to chair is the ...
He was six foot four, and forty-six and even colder than he thought he was James Thurber, The Thirteen Clocks ...
Wind whines and whines the shingle, The crazy pierstakes groan; A senile sea numbers each single Slimesilvered stone. From whining ...
Margaret, are you grieving Over Goldengrove unleaving? Leaves, like the things of man, you With your fresh thoughts care for, ...
Margaret, are you grieving Over Goldengrove unleaving? Leaves, like the things of man, you With your fresh thoughts care for, ...
Margaret, are you grieving Over Goldengrove unleaving? Leaves, like the things of man, you With your fresh thoughts care for, ...
(a) radical ban all fires and places where people congregate to create comfort put an end to sleep good cooking ...
NEAR Clapham village, where fields began, Saint Edward met a beggar man. It was Christmas morning, the church bells tolled, ...
Gone Keys back Apartment quiet Empty boxes Bare walls Colder (Raymond A. Foss)
I'm in a new school I'm the new face With my great style, I'm here To brighten up the place ...
IN Lombardy's fair land, in days of yore, Once dwelt a prince, of youthful charms, a store; Each FAIR, with ...
'Tis true I write and tell me by what Rule I am alone forbid to play the fool To follow ...
Wash of cold river in a glacial land, Ionian water, chill, snow-ribbed sand, drift of rare flowers, clear, with delicate ...
The Beaver's Lesson They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care; They pursued it with forks and hope; ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
How brightly glistening in the sun The woodland ivy plays! While yonder beeches from their barks Reflect his silver rays. ...
There is a meadow in Sweden where I lie smitten, eyes stained with clouds' white ins and outs. And about ...
Young Mary, loitering once her garden way, Felt a warm splendour grow in the April day, As wine that blushes ...
Love is a breach in the walls, a broken gate, Where that comes in that shall not go again; Love ...
1 Sometime now past in the Autumnal Tide, 2 When Ph{oe}bus wanted but one hour to bed, 3 The trees ...
When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted, To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, ...
Marriage is not a house or even a tent it is before that, and colder: The edge of the forest, ...
To Jena Woodhouse This way of minutes miserably mixed With their own blinks misunderstood By birds and trees, this eye-born ...
Desine, Paulle, meum lacrimis urgere sepulcrum: nempe tuas lacrimas litora surda bibent. Propertius, IV.11 Don't cry for me, for only ...
'Twas noontide of summer, And mid-time of night; And stars, in their orbits, Shone pale, thro' the light Of the ...
It was biting cold, and the falling snow, Which filled a poor little match girl's heart with woe, Who was ...
'The trouble with snowmen,' Said my father one year 'They are no sooner made than they just disappear. I'll build ...
Young are our dead Like babies they lie The wombs they blest once Not healed dry And yet - too ...
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