The Poet’s Calendar (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
January Janus am I; oldest of potentates; Forward I look, and backward, and below I count, as god of avenues ...
January Janus am I; oldest of potentates; Forward I look, and backward, and below I count, as god of avenues ...
Thou comest, Autumn, heralded by the rain, With banners, by great gales incessant fanned, Brighter than brightest silks of Samarcand, ...
The Word came down to Dives in Torment where he lay: "Our World is full of wickedness, My Children maim ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
Beyond the great valley an odd instinctive rising Begins to possess the ground, the flatness gathers to little humps and ...
I When I considered it too closely, when I wore it like an element and smelt it like water, Life ...
Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, ...
I love all sights of earth and skies, From flowers that glow to stars that shine; The comet and the ...
I was six when I first saw kittens drown. Dan Taggart pitched them, 'the scraggy wee shits', Into a bucket; ...
I imagine them walking down rocky paths toward me, strong, Italian women returning at dusk from fields where they worked ...
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
A mat of green, burgundy, and brown Covered the skin of the once open water Of the marsh, cut off ...
Of all the opry-houses then obtaining in the West The one which Milton Tootle owned was, by all odds, the ...
Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter, And from the orchard a voice echoes and ...
`You know Orion always comes up sideways. Throwing a leg up over our fence of mountains, And rising on his ...
Lancaster bore him--such a little town, Such a great man. It doesn't see him often Of late years, though he ...
The mountain held the town as in a shadow I saw so much before I slept there once: I noticed ...
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
I'll tell you the story of Balbus, You know, him as builded a wall; I'll tell you the reason he ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
Because I was content with these poor fields, Low open meads, slender and sluggish streams, And found a home in ...
June 22, 1611 THE SHALLOP ON HUDSON BAY One sail in sight upon the lonely sea And only one, God ...
A Field of Stubble, lying sere Beneath the second Sun -- Its Toils to Brindled People thrust -- Its Triumphs ...
'Twas just this time, last year, I died. I know I heard the Corn, When I was carried by the ...
The landscape sleeps in mist from morn till noon; And, if the sun looks through, 'tis with a face Beamless ...
AWA' wi' your witchcraft o' Beauty's alarms, The slender bit Beauty you grasp in your arms, O, gie me the ...
They tell me that your heart has been found in Iowa, pumping along Interstate 35. Do you want it back? ...
The vast and solemn company of clouds Around the Sun's death, lit, incarnadined, Cool into ashy wan; as Night enshrouds ...
The evening comes, the fields are still. The tinkle of the thirsty rill, Unheard all day, ascends again; Deserted is ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
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