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 ...
"Give me of your bark, O Birch-tree! Of your yellow bark, O Birch-tree! Growing by the rushing river, Tall and ...
In the valley of the Pegnitz, where across broad meadow-lands Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands. Quaint ...
when they look into his mind they find a hill town somewhat surprised they go off to their learned books ...
IN ev'ry age, at Naples, we are told, Intrigue and gallantry reign uncontrolled; With beauteous objects in abundance blessed. No ...
IN Lombardy's fair land, in days of yore, Once dwelt a prince, of youthful charms, a store; Each FAIR, with ...
Can we believe -- by an effort comfort our hearts: it is not waste all this, not placed here in ...
1/ Genius is not a generous thing In return it charges more interest than any amount of royalties can cover ...
A spirit sped Through spaces of night; And as he sped, he called, "God! God!" He went through valleys Of ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
I. THE FLOWER'S NAME Here's the garden she walked across, Arm in my arm, such a short while since: Hark, ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
The world is full of women who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself if they had the chance. ...
WITH BLACKEST moss the flower-plots Were thickly crusted, one and all: The rusted nails fell from the knots That held ...
Morn in the wake of the morning star Came furrowing all the orient into gold. We rose, and each by ...
Hail to thee, mountain beloved, with thy glittering purple-dyed summit! Hail to thee also, fair sun, looking so lovingly on! ...
High, on the Solitude of Alpine Hills, O'er-topping the grand imag'ry of Nature, Where one eternal winter seem'd to reign; ...
Out here there are no hearthstones, Hot grains, simply. It is dry, dry. And the air dangerous. Noonday acts queerly ...
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