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 ...
From "Wild Thorn and Lily"Among the white haw-blossoms, where the creekDroned under drifts of dogwood and of haw,The redbird, like ...
BLACKSOIL PLAINS were grey soil, grey soil in the drought.Fifteen years away, and five hundred miles out;Swag and bag and ...
I went out, closed the street door, and the clock struck ten,on shining wheels the baker rustled by and hummed,a ...
King Arthur made new knights to fill the gapLeft by the Holy Quest; and as he satIn hall at old ...
Long time beside the squatter's gate A great grey Box-Tree, early, late, Or shine or rain, in silence there Had ...
Dear Jock, - Like some aul' cairter's mear I'm foonert i' the feet,An' oxter-staffs are feckless things fan a' the ...
I Within a Temple of the Toes, Where twirled the passionate Wili, I saw full many a market rose, And ...
A MERE two hundred years ago he spoke,He arguing with me - I can hear him croakStill, at my side ...
IThe blinding July sun at ten o'clockGlares on the white walls of the little church,-The shingles silver-gray, the shutters green,Sunflowers ...
(_At Shwe Dagohn, in old Rangoon_)All night long the pagoda slaveHears the wind-bells high in the airTinkle with low sweet ...
The earliest lady in the land, Her pride of caste is high.Where blue Corio's gleaming strand Dream 'neath a peaceful ...
Hush, bonnie, dinna greit;Moder will rocke her sweete,— Balow, my boy!When that his toile ben done,Daddie will come anone,—Hush ...
When the wars of the world seemed ended, and silent the distant drum, Ten years ago in Australia, I wrote ...
God gave all men all earth to love, But, since our hearts are small Ordained for each one spot should ...
I was Lord of Cities very sumptuously builded. Seven roaring Cities paid me tribute from far. Ivory their outposts were--the ...
1892 "And there is a Japanese idol at Kamakura" Oye who treated the Narrow Way By Tophet-flare to Judgment Day, ...
Piecemeal the summer dies; At the field's edge a daisy lives alone; A last shawl of burning lies On a ...
King Arthur made new knights to fill the gap Left by the Holy Quest; and as he sat In hall ...
Moist, moist, the heat leaking through the hinges, sun baking the roof like a pie and I and thou and ...
NAPOLEON shifted, Restless in the old sarcophagus And murmured to a watchguard: "Who goes there?" "Twenty-one million men, Soldiers, armies, ...
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