THE OCCULTATION OF ORION (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
I saw, as in a dream sublime, The balance in the hand of Time. O'er East and West its beam ...
I saw, as in a dream sublime, The balance in the hand of Time. O'er East and West its beam ...
And reports the derelict Mary Pollock still at sea. SHIPPING NEWS. I was the staunchest of our fleet Till the ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
I'm mighty glad to see you, Mrs. Curtis, And thank you very kindly for this visit-- Especially now when all ...
Westward on the high-hilled plains Where for me the world began, Still, I think, in newer veins Frets the changeless ...
SAY not the Poet dies! Though in the dust he lies, He cannot forfeit his melodious breath, Unsphered by envious ...
Watching his fingers on the frets on his bow teasing the music, he was drawing the notes out of his ...
Up there, on stage, strumming, fingering the frets, the neck, the metal strings of an old friend, his guitar, along ...
SOLICITED I've been to give a tale, In which (though true, decorum must prevail), The subject from a picture shall ...
A Peevish Fellow laid his Head On Pillows, stuff'd with Down; But was no sooner warm in Bed, With hopes ...
I Thou who hast made thy dwelling fair With flowers beneath, above with starry lights, And set thine altars everywhere,-- ...
The sun goes down, and over all These barren reaches by the tide Such unelusive glories fall, I almost dream ...
Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was ...
WHAT can a young lassie, what shall a young lassie, What can a young lassie do wi' an auld man? ...
EXPECT na, sir, in this narration, A fleechin, fleth'rin Dedication, To roose you up, an' ca' you guid, An' sprung ...
SORROW, on wing through the world for ever, Here and there for awhile would borrow Rest, if rest might haply ...
Out of the night a crash, A roar, a rampart of light; A flame that leaped like a lash, Searing ...
Blue in the west the mountain stands, And through the long twilight Vickery sits with folded hands, And Vickery's eyes ...
Why does the sea moan evermore? Shut out from heaven it makes its moan, It frets against the boundary shore; ...
Full faith I have she holds that rarest gift To beauty, Common Sense. To see her lie With her fair ...
When the salt wave laps on the long, dim shore, And frets the reef with its windy sallies, And the ...
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