Coplas De Manrique (From The Spanish) (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
O let the soul her slumbers break,Let thought be quickened, and awake;Awake to seeHow soon this life is past and ...
O let the soul her slumbers break,Let thought be quickened, and awake;Awake to seeHow soon this life is past and ...
Twilight o'er the East is stealing, And the sun is in the vale: 'T is a fitting moment, stranger, To relate a wondrous ...
THE winding way the serpent takesThe mystic water took,From where, to count its beaded lakes,The forest sped its brook.A narrow ...
I've got my fief, you world! A fief at last!I shall not fear the February blast,and petty barons can be ...
Above the bones St. Ursula owns,And those of the virgins she chaperons; Above the ...
Set wide the window. Let me drink the day.I loved light ever, light in eye and brain-No tapers mirrored in ...
As the red Maclean went to and fro 'Twixt Duart and Cairnburg tower, One day he chanced to spy a ...
THE NIGHT descends in glory, and adown the purple west The young moon, like a crescent skiff, upon some fairy ...
I. PEACE to the odalisque, the facile slave, Whose unrespective love rewards the brave, Or cherishes the coward; she who ...
This is not June,--by Autumn's stratagemThou hast been ambushed in the chilly air; Upon thy fragile crest virginal fairThe rime ...
Now Beowulf bode in the burg of the Scyldings,leader beloved, and long he ruledin fame with all folk, since his ...
You rosebud sweet and fair!Close to, let me inspect you!Each man must needs respect you,In you all nature's artAnd splendour ...
(_In Old England_) What is he whispering to her there Under the hedge-row spray? "Spring, Spring, Spring?"--Is the world ...
(A. D. 1066) I followed my Duke ere I was a lover, To take from England fief and fee; But ...
I There dwells a mighty pair - Slow, statuesque, intense - Amid the vague Immense: None can their chronicle declare, ...
Thou youngest virgin-daughter of the skies, Made in the last promotion of the Blest; Whose palms, new pluck'd from Paradise, ...
To the Pious Memory of the Accomplished Young Lady, Mrs Anne Killigrew, Excellent in the Two Sister-arts of Poesy and ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
Who is this that sits by the way, by the wild wayside, In a rent stained raiment, the robe of ...
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