Midnight Mass for the Dying Year (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Yes, the Year is growing old, And his eye is pale and bleared! Death, with frosty hand and cold, Plucks ...
Yes, the Year is growing old, And his eye is pale and bleared! Death, with frosty hand and cold, Plucks ...
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion ...
It was the pleasant season yet, When the stones at cottage doors Dry quickly, while the roads are wet, After ...
Oh King of grief! (a title strange, yet true, To thee of all kings only due) Oh King of wounds! ...
BE those few hours, which I have yet to spend, Blest with the meditation of my end; Though they be ...
In my childhood rumors ran Of a world beyond our door- Terrors to the life of man That the highroad ...
TO charms and philters, secret spells and prayers, How many round attribute all their cares! In these howe'er I never ...
I cannot spare water or wine, Tobacco-leaf, or poppy, or rose; From the earth-poles to the Line, All between that ...
Yet read at last the story of my woe, The dreary abstracts of my endless cares, With my life's sorrow ...
Begin, my muse, the imitative lay, Aonian doxies sound the thrumming string; Attempt no number of the plaintive Gay, Let ...
All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
Phoebus make haste, the day's too long, be gone, The silent night's the fittest time for moan; But stay this ...
As loving hind that (hartless) wants her deer, Scuds through the woods and fern with hark'ning ear, Perplext, in every ...
Doleful was the land, Dull on, every side, Neither soft n'or grand, Barren, bleak, and wide; Nothing look'd with love; ...
THE WIND blew hollow frae the hills, By fits the sun's departing beam Look'd on the fading yellow woods, That ...
AFRICA I will sing you a song of Los. the Eternal Prophet: He sung it to four harps at the ...
The Scorcher and the Howling Swell were riding through the land; They wept like anything to see the hills on ...
The Premier and the Socialist Were walking through the State: They wept to see the Savings Bank Such funds accumulate. ...
Twice forty months of Wedlock did I stay, Then had my vows crown'd with a Lovely boy, And yet in ...
The ArgumentA certain man having landed on an island in the Greek sea, found there a beautifuldamsel, whom he would ...
Like the vain curlings of the watery maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking weight does raise, So Man, declining ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
Like the vain Curlings of the Watry maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking Weight does raise; So Man, declining ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
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