WALTER VON DER VOGELWEID (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Vogelweid the Minnesinger, When he left this world of ours, Laid his body in the cloister, Under Wurtzburg's minster towers. ...
Vogelweid the Minnesinger, When he left this world of ours, Laid his body in the cloister, Under Wurtzburg's minster towers. ...
This is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms; But front their silent ...
The gold-hoarder walked in his palace park and with him walked his troubles. And over his head hovered worries as ...
Giggles on the playground waiting for the bus the geese not quite getting it not in the least The lines ...
We prayed together, to the creator, the source of all we have, offering "the fruit of our labor"; but the ...
We prayed together, to the creator, the source of all we have, offering "the fruit of our labor"; but the ...
In the silence of the house mid-morning discordant notes called from the keyboard not exactly playing by ear No, Mario ...
A living line row of stitches snaking across the sky Geese heading south with only half a V Discordant sight ...
A blackbird lands A good beer-barrel A man sits in a cave knitting A theatre in Copenhagen Abask the sea-wall ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Notus in fratres animi paterni. Hor. Carm. lib.II.2. A bless?d lot hath he, who having passed His youth and early ...
Last, the youngest son was taken: Very rough and thick his hair was, Very round and red his face was, ...
From his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
From his shoulder Hiawatha Took the camera of rosewood, Made of sliding, folding rosewood; Neatly put it all together. In ...
HERE, where the Scottish Muse immortal lives, In sacred strains and tuneful numbers joined, Accept the gift; though humble he ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
IN wood and wild, ye warbling throng, Your heavy loss deplore; Now, half extinct your powers of song, Sweet Echo ...
In the greenest of our valleys By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace- Radiant palace- reared its ...
I. In the greenest of our valleys, By good angels tenanted, Once fair and stately palace -- Radiant palace --reared ...
As I stood upon London Bridge and viewed the mighty throng Of thousands of people in cabs and 'busses rapidly ...
My age, my beast, is there anyone Who can peer into your eyes And with his own blood fuse Two ...
'Mid the discordant noises of the day I hear thee calling; I stumble as I fare along Earth's way; keep ...
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