The Poets (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
O ye dead Poets, who are living still Immortal in your verse, though life be fled, And ye, O living ...
O ye dead Poets, who are living still Immortal in your verse, though life be fled, And ye, O living ...
I. HOw comes the Day orecast ? the Flaming Sun Darkn'd at Noon, as if his Course were run ? ...
NExt Heaven my Vows to thee (O Sacred Muse! ) I offer'd up, nor didst thou them refuse. O Queen ...
Severe against the pleasant arc of sky The great stone box is cruelly displayed. The street becomes more dreary from ...
Valour and Innocence Have latterly gone hence To certain death by certain shame attended. Envy--ah! even to tears! -- The ...
We knew thee of old, Oh divinely restored, By the light of thine eyes And the light of they Sword. ...
Full many a dreary hour have I past, My brain bewildered, and my mind o'ercast With heaviness; in seasons when ...
The storm-dances of gulls, the barking game of seals, Over and under the ocean ... Divinely superfluous beauty Rules the ...
MONTANO, SILVIO, AND MIRTILLO, SHEPHERDS MON. Bad are the times. SIL. And worse than they are we. MON. Troth, bad ...
I He bends his travel-tarnished feet To where she wastes in clay: From day-dawn until eve he fares Along the ...
I never dreamed we'd meet that day In our old haunts down Fricourt way, Plotting such marvellous journeys there For ...
Cherries of the night are riper Than the cherries pluckt at noon Gather to your fairy piper When he pipes ...
Our steps on the earth what will we leave behind our marks in the sand the fleeting sands of time ...
We, humankind footprints on the earth global consequences to our choices whether divinely made of cosmic dust coalesced into our ...
Pitch the Tent on the lawn set up the chairs, the signs, the pulpit flagmen at the roadside, cars parked ...
Oh, may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their ...
In Ionia whence sprang old poets' fame, From whom that sea did first derive her name, The blessed bed whereon ...
I like to hear of wealth and gold, And El Doradoes in their glory; I like for silks and satins ...
I'd rather recollect a setting Than own a rising sun Though one is beautiful forgetting -- And true the other ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
That wind I used to hear it swelling With joy divinely deep You might have seen my hot tears welling ...
Mamua, when our laughter ends, And hearts and bodies, brown as white, Are dust about the doors of friends, Or ...
(France -- Ancient Regime.) I. Go away! Go away; I will not confess to you! His black biretta clings like ...
She ONLY to be twin elements of joy In this extravagance of Being, Love, Were our divided natures shaped in ...
So many stones have been thrown at me, That I'm not frightened of them anymore, And the pit has become ...
Yes! in the sea of life enisled, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal ...
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 ...
How he sleepeth! having drunken Weary childhood's mandragore, From his pretty eyes have sunken Pleasures, to make room for more--- ...
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