It is not Always May (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
No hay pajaros en los nidos de antano. Spanish Proverb The sun is bright,--the air is clear, The darting swallows ...
No hay pajaros en los nidos de antano. Spanish Proverb The sun is bright,--the air is clear, The darting swallows ...
Thou comest, Autumn, heralded by the rain, With banners, by great gales incessant fanned, Brighter than brightest silks of Samarcand, ...
Er-Heb beyond the Hills of Ao-Safai Bears witness to the truth, and Ao-Safai Hath told the men of Gorukh. Thence ...
Unto one who lies at rest 'Neath the sunset, in the West, Clover-blossoms on her breast. Lover of each gracious ...
With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and ...
There was a time in former years-- While my roof-tree was his-- When I should have been distressed by fears ...
The swallow of summer, she toils all the summer, A blue-dark knot of glittering voltage, A whiplash swimmer, a fish ...
martin's death has made me scared of the old bat that clings to the eaves waiting to enter the house ...
We were told there were monsters in there that the floor was missing we would fall we would fall into ...
Out alone in the winter rain, Intent on giving and taking pain. But never was I far out of sight ...
The three stood listening to a fresh access Of wind that caught against the house a moment, Gulped snow, and ...
Thine emulous fond flowers are dead, too, And the daft sun-assaulter, he That frightened thee so oft, is fled or ...
Mary sat musing on the lamp-flame at the table Waiting for Warren. When she heard his step, She ran on ...
The pretty Rain from those sweet Eaves Her unintending Eyes -- Took her own Heart, including ours, By innocent Surprise ...
The Night was wide, and furnished scant With but a single Star -- That often as a Cloud it met ...
I envy Seas, whereon He rides -- I envy Spokes of Wheels Of Chariots, that Him convey -- I envy ...
A Drop Fell on the Apple Tree -- Another -- on the Roof -- A Half a Dozen kissed the ...
In a still room at hush of dawn, My Love and I lay side by side And heard the roaming ...
I Soul, what art thou in the tribes of the sea? LORD, said a flying fish, Below the foundations of ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
Come queen of months in company Wi all thy merry minstrelsy The restless cuckoo absent long And twittering swallows chimney ...
Christmass is come and every hearth Makes room to give him welcome now Een want will dry its tears in ...
The sluggish clouds hang low upon the town, And from yon lamp in chilled and sodden rays The feeble light ...
III Our sons have gone to serve the Reds to serve the Reds to risk their heads! O bitter,bitter pain, ...
All's over, then: does truth sound bitter As one at first believes? Hark, 'tis the sparrows' good-night twitter About your ...
He, in the room above, grown old and tired, She, in the room below-his floor her ceiling- Pursue their separate ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
Over the darkened city, the city of towers, The city of a thousand gates, Over the gleaming terraced roofs, the ...
Up high black walls, up sombre terraces, Clinging like luminous birds to the sides of cliffs, The yellow lights went ...
I. Moonlight silvers the tops of trees, Moonlight whitens the lilac shadowed wall And through the evening fall, Clearly, as ...
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