By The Fireside : King Witlaf’s Drinking-horn (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
Witlaf, a king of the Saxons, Ere yet his last he breathed,To the merry monks of Croyland His drinking-horn bequeathed,--That, whenever they ...
Witlaf, a king of the Saxons, Ere yet his last he breathed,To the merry monks of Croyland His drinking-horn bequeathed,--That, whenever they ...
COULD the cards, dear Louisa, which herald your name,Be endow'd with the pow'r of proclaiming your fame,At each door where ...
THE eyes of ev'ry creature here belowAre fix'd on thee, whence all their blessings flow,And earnestly expect, O Lord! their ...
Where the early settler lingered,Sometimes pitched his tent and stayed,Now the bluff is domed and steepledWith the city he has ...
Permit us not, O God, thy gifts to waste,Or eat our meat, as filthy hogs eat mast,Ne'er lifting up our ...
TO David Garrick, Esq;——— Ridiculum acriFortius ac melius magnas plerumque secat res. HoracePreface:The Author begs Leave to premise, that in ...
It's my shout this time, boys, so come along and breast the ...
GovenorsAN ardent spirit dwells with Christian love,The eagle's vigour in the pitying dove;'Tis not enough that we with sorrow sigh,That ...
PROCRASTINATION.Love will expire--the gay, the happy dreamWill turn to scorn, indiff'rence, or esteem:Some favour'd pairs, in this exchange, are blest,Nor ...
Charity, Charity - parson and priest Ever in church and in chapel have taught -"Give ye in charity e'en to ...
APOEM,WRITTEN ON THAT COAST, AND ADDRESSED TO ITS PROPRIETOR,SIR JOHN STANLEY. THEE, STANLEY , thee, our gladden'd spirit hails,Since Life's ...
Most glorious of all the Undying, many-named, girt round with awe! Jove, author of Nature, applying to all things the ...
Returned from the Dead-Letter OfficeTHANK you for your kindness, Lady fair and wise, Though love's famed for blindness, Lovers--hem! for ...
Out of the gulf into the glory,Father, my soul cries out to be lifted.Dark is the woof of my dismal ...
NEIGHBOUR of the near domain, Stay awhile your passing wain! Though to give is more your way, Take a gift ...
O sweet maiden, so fair and retiring, At the corner I'm waiting for you; And I'm scratching my head, ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
About suffering, about adoration, the old masters Disagree. When someone suffers, no one else eats Or walks or opens the ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
THOU flatt'ring mark of friendship kind, Still may thy pages call to mind The dear, the beauteous donor; Tho' sweetly ...
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