The White Man’s Foot (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
In his lodge beside a river, Close beside a frozen river, Sat an old man, sad and lonely. White his ...
In his lodge beside a river, Close beside a frozen river, Sat an old man, sad and lonely. White his ...
On the Mountains of the Prairie, On the great Red Pipe-stone Quarry, Gitche Manito, the mighty, He the Master of ...
"OH, would we were further! Oh, would we were home, The phantoms of night tow'rd us hastily come, The band ...
Of all our antic sights and pageantry Which English idiots run in crowds to see, The Polish Medal bears the ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
Every so often he vows to start a better life. But when night comes with her own counsels, with her ...
Sharp was the frost, the wind was high And sparkling stars bedeckt the sky Sly Dick in arts of cunning ...
THOU whom chance may hither lead, Be thou clad in russet weed, Be thou deckt in silken stole, Grave these ...
THE SUN had clos'd the winter day, The curless quat their roarin play, And hunger'd maukin taen her way, To ...
WHEN chapman billies leave the street, And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet; As market days are wearing late, And folk begin ...
A Tale "Of Brownyis and of Bogilis full is this Buke." -Gawin Douglas. When chapman billies leave the street, And ...
1. Earth was not: nor globes of attraction The will of the Immortal expanded Or contracted his all flexible senses. ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
Now Morn, her rosy steps in the eastern clime Advancing, sowed the earth with orient pearl, When Adam waked, so ...
High on a throne of royal state, which far Outshone the wealth or Ormus and of Ind, Or where the ...
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill ...
Be not thou silent now at length O God hold not thy peace, Sit not thou still O God of ...
Aug. 12. 1653. Jehovah to my words give ear My meditation waigh The voyce of my complaining hear My King ...
My most Distinguished Guest and Learned Friend, The pallid hare that runs before the day Having brought your earnest counsels ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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