Old St David’s at Radnor (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
What an image of peace and rest Is this little church among its graves! All is so quiet; the troubled ...
What an image of peace and rest Is this little church among its graves! All is so quiet; the troubled ...
Smokes of cigarettes and mugs full of coffee, next to the fictitious line where the eddy of words leans against ...
[This song was also written for Lily. Goethe mentions, at the end of his Autobiography, that he overheard her singing ...
A human interest story in the midst of the chaos the flooding of the Merrimack in the heart of the ...
Up yonder in Buena Park There is a famous spot, In legend and in history Yclept the Waller Lot. There ...
Inscription for a Garden Wall Winds blow the open grassy places bleak; But where this old wall burns a sunny ...
Come to the pane, draw the curtain apart, There she is passing, the girl of my heart; See where she ...
The angel of self-discipline, her guardian Since she first knew and had to go away From home that spring to ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
Hands and lit faces eddy to a line; The dazed last minutes click; the clamour dies. Beyond the great-swung arc ...
In a cool curving world he lies And ripples with dark ecstasies. The kind luxurious lapse and steal Shapes all ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
I. My first thought was, he lied in every word, That hoary cripple, with malicious eye Askance to watch the ...
The door is shut. She leaves the curtained office, And down the grey-walled stairs comes trembling slowly Towards the dazzling ...
The drop seeps whole from boulder-lichen or ledge moss and drops, joining, to trickle, run, fall, dash, sprawl in held ...
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
Our fathers, brave men were and strong, And whisky was their daily liquor; They used to move the world along ...
NOTHING so true as what you once let fall, "Most Women have no Characters at all." Matter too soft a ...
In love they wore themselves in a green embrace. A silken rain fell through the spring upon them. In the ...
I was the laughing-stock of the village, Chiefly of the people of good sense, as they call themselves -- Also ...
At four o'clock in late October I sat alone in the country school-house Back from the road 'mid stricken fields, ...
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