NUREMBERG (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
In the valley of the Pegnitz, where across broad meadow-lands Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands. Quaint ...
In the valley of the Pegnitz, where across broad meadow-lands Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands. Quaint ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
When you shall see me lined by tool of Time, My lauded beauties carried off from me, My eyes no ...
WHEN you shall see me lined by tool of Time, My lauded beauties carried off from me, My eyes no ...
(for matt - 15) in the first seven years you choose your howdah having by then bare inklings of a ...
[Goethe relates that a remarkable situation he was in one bright moonlight night led to the composition of this sweet ...
THE MAIDEN. I'VE seen him before me! What rapture steals o'er me! Oh heavenly sight! He's coming to meet me; ...
A red, red rose, posing in the vase on the counter a reminder of the beauty of summer of the ...
The image of the moon at night All trembling in the ocean lies, But she, with calm and steadfast light, ...
Do you mind if I write a few lines for you tonight? I'm fuelled for sure, perhaps a bit ebullient, ...
Every time I laugh aloud, who springs to mind but Johnnie Howard? Cathartic laughter eases stress which Johnnie causes in ...
Call me away; there's nothing here, That wins my soul to stay; Then let me leave this prospect drear, And ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
Forth from Calais, at dawn of night, when sunset summer on autumn shone, Fared the steamer alert and loud through ...
'Twas up in a land long famed for gold, where women were far and rare, Tellus, the smith, had taken ...
Ma tried to wash her garden slacks but couldn't get 'em clean And so she thought she'd soak 'em in ...
Ah whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too ...
AH whither, Love, wilt thou now carry me? What wontless fury dost thou now inspire Into my feeble breast, too ...
"Here we dwell, in holiest bowers, Where angels of light o'er our orisans bend; Where sighs of devotion and breathings ...
Perplexed and troubled at his bad success The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply, Discovered in his fraud, thrown ...
There dwelt a widow learned and devout, Behind our hamlet on the eastern hill. Three sons she had, who went ...
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