The Four Winds (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
"Honor be to Mudjekeewis!" Cried the warriors, cried the old men, When he came in triumph homeward With the sacred ...
"Honor be to Mudjekeewis!" Cried the warriors, cried the old men, When he came in triumph homeward With the sacred ...
This is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms; But front their silent ...
With short, sharp violent lights made vivid, To the southward far as the sight can roam, Only the swirl of ...
A village Chorus is supposed to be assembled, and about to commence its festive procession. [Written for the birthday of ...
After the pangs of a desperate lover, When day and night I have sighed all in vain, Ah, what a ...
In what torn ship soever I embark, That ship shall be my emblem of thy Ark; What sea soever swallow ...
The Test of Love -- is Death -- Our Lord -- "so loved" -- it saith -- What Largest Lover ...
Nature -- sometimes sears a Sapling -- Sometimes -- scalps a Tree -- Her Green People recollect it When they ...
A loss of something ever felt I -- The first that I could recollect Bereft I was -- of what ...
To die -- takes just a little while -- They say it doesn't hurt -- It's only fainter -- by ...
He fumbles at your Soul As Players at the Keys Before they drop full Music on -- He stuns you ...
The twentieth year is well nigh past Since first our sky was overcast;- Ah would that this might be the ...
Passer-by, these are words. But instead of reading I want you to listen: to this frail Voice like that of ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
When coldness wraps this suffering clay, Ah! whither strays the immortal mind? It cannot die, it cannot stay, But leaves ...
LARA. CANTO THE FIRST. I. The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain, And slavery half forgets her ...
I. The morn when first it thunders in March, The eel in the pond gives a leap, they say: As ...
This is the house. On one side there is darkness, On one side there is light. Into the darkness you ...
The Editor wrote his political screed In ink that was fainter and fainter; He rose to the call of his ...
We were a tribe, a family, a people. Wallace and Bruce guard now a painted field, And all may read ...
Spring and Summer, Fall and Winter and Spring, After each other drifting, past my window drifting! And I lay so ...
Struggling, and faint, and fainter didst thou wane, O Moon! and round thee all thy starry train Came forth to ...
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