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 ...
The universe expands and contracts like a great heart. It is expanding, the farthest nebulae Rush with the speed of ...
An unwrapped icon, too potent to touch, she freed my breasts from the camp Empire dress. Now one of them's ...
GOD save the Rights of Man! Give us a heart to scan Blessings so dear: Let them be spread around ...
Pain -- expands the Time -- Ages coil within The minute Circumference Of a single Brain -- Pain contracts -- ...
I know of people in the Grave Who would be very glad To know the news I know tonight If ...
My hands have not touched pleasure since your hands, -- No, -- nor my lips freed laughter since 'farewell', And ...
I. Your ghost will walk, you lover of trees, (If our loves remain) In an English lane, By a cornfield-side ...
Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I build, Bidding my organ obey, calling its keys to their work, ...
O God, where does this tend-these struggling aims? What would I have? What is this 'sleep', which seems To bound ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
A PICTURE AT FANO. I. Dear and great Angel, wouldst thou only leave That child, when thou hast done with ...
We sow the glebe, we reap the corn, We build the house where we may rest, And then, at moments, ...
The vision of Christ that thou dost see Is my vision's greatest enemy. Thine has a great hook nose like ...
Tho' now no more the musing ear Delights to listen to the breeze That lingers o'er the green wood shade, ...
Fair is the rising morn when o'er the sky The orient sun expands his roseate ray, And lovely to the ...
Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel ...
WHERE on the bosom of the foamy RHINE, In curling waves the rapid waters shine; Where tow'ring cliffs in awful ...
Doctor, you say there are no haloes around the streetlights in Paris and what I see is an aberration caused ...
Let you not say of me when I am old, In pretty worship of my withered hands Forgetting who I ...
Through all that year-scarred agony of height, Unblest of bough or bloom, to where expands His wandy circlet with his ...
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