Hiawatha’s Departure (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
By the shore of Gitche Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, At the doorway of his wigwam, In the pleasant Summer ...
By the shore of Gitche Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, At the doorway of his wigwam, In the pleasant Summer ...
In Italy, where this sort of thing can occur, I had a vision once - though you understand It was ...
How the mountains talked together, Looking down upon the weather, When they heard our friend had planned his Little trip ...
May is Mary's month, and I Muse at that and wonder why: Her feasts follow reason, Dated due to season- ...
May is Mary's month, and I Muse at that and wonder why: Her feasts follow reason, Dated due to season- ...
Through what transports of Patience I reached the stolid Bliss To breathe my Blank without thee Attest me this and ...
"Red Sea," indeed! Talk not to me Of purple Pharaoh -- I have a Navy in the West Would pierce ...
Exultation is the going Of an inland soul to sea, Past the houses -- past the headlands -- Into deep ...
O God of earth and altar, Bow down and hear our cry, Our earthly rulers falter, Our people drift and ...
The Barrister's Dream They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care; They pursued it with forks and hope; ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
We are thine, O Love, being in thee and made of thee, As théou, Léove, were the déep thought And ...
SCENE.--A Ravine of Icy Rocks in the Indian Caucasus. Prometheus is discovered bound to the Precipice. Panthea and Ione areseated ...
THE HEAVENS lay hold on us: the starry rays Fondle with flickering fingers brow and eyes: A new enchantment lights ...
I shed my tears; my tears - my consolation; And I am silent; my murmur is dead, My soul, sunk ...
The boys had come back from the races All silent and down on their luck; They'd backed 'em, straight out ...
Down along the Snakebite River, where the overlanders camp, Where the serpents are in millions, all of the most deadly ...
I, too, saw God through mud -- The mud that cracked on cheeks when wretches smiled. War brought more glory ...
He found her by the ocean's moaning verge, Nor any wicked change in her discerned; And she believed his old ...
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