The Song Of Hiawatha XVIII: The Death Of Kwasind (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
Far and wide among the nationsSpread the name and fame of Kwasind;No man dared to strive with Kwasind,No man could ...
Far and wide among the nationsSpread the name and fame of Kwasind;No man dared to strive with Kwasind,No man could ...
Along the hot and endless road, Calm and erect, with haggard eyes,The prisoner bore his fetters' load Beneath the scorching, azure skies.Serene ...
BEHOLD, the harvest is at hand;And thick on the encircling hillsThe sheaves like an encampment stand,Making a martial fairy-landThat half ...
THEIR looks for me are bitter, And bitter is their word-I may not glance behind unseen, I may not sigh unheard!So fare ...
_Air--Stephenos_Lo, a knight in armour standing, Ready for the foe;Thee we greet, belov'd Companion, Thee we know.Keep thine oath, oh new made ...
"The old, old fashion,—Death! Oh, thank God, all who see it, forthat older fashion yet, of Immortality!"—Dickens.Despite all human passion,And ...
In their ragged regimentals Stood the old Continentals, Yielding not, When the grenadiers were lunging, And like hail fell the plunging Cannon-shot; When the files Of the ...
Passing I saw her as she stood beside A lonely stream between two barren wolds; Her loose vest hung in rudely--gathered folds On ...
I. LINDSAY castle's jutted forth On the wild, old sounding sea,And a gallant race of the hardy North, ...
Does the blackened ruin, situated in the stony groundbetween Durraj and Mutathallam, which did not speak to me,when addressed, belong ...
Stop, oh my friends, let us pause to weep over the remembrance of my beloved.Here was her abode on the ...
What are these women up to? They've gone and strung Drapes over the windows, cutting out light And the slightest ...
He had three sons and they, all three,When called, for the encampment left;So the poor father was bereftOf rest and ...
Far and wide among the nations Spread the name and fame of Kwasind; No man dared to strive with Kwasind, ...
Listen my children and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in ...
Over the terminal, the arms and chest of the god brightened by snow. Formerly mercury, formerly silver, surface yellowed by ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
GIVE me your hand, old Revolutionary; The hill-top is nigh-but a few steps, (make room, gentlemen;) Up the path you ...
I was with Special Force, blue-X-ing raids to OK surfing on the Colonel's birthday. Operation Ariel: we sprayed Jimi Hendrix ...
Ye sons of Great Britain, I think no shame To write in praise of brave General Graham! Whose name will ...
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