The Famine (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Oh the long and dreary Winter! Oh the cold and cruel Winter! Ever thicker, thicker, thicker Froze the ice on ...
Oh the long and dreary Winter! Oh the cold and cruel Winter! Ever thicker, thicker, thicker Froze the ice on ...
On the shores of Gitche Gumee, Of the shining Big-Sea-Water, Stood Nokomis, the old woman, Pointing with her finger westward, ...
Never stoops the soaring vulture On his quarry in the desert, On the sick or wounded bison, But another vulture, ...
O SORROW! Why dost borrow The natural hue of health, from vermeil lips?-- To give maiden blushes To the white ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
At home, in my flannel gown, like a bear to its floe, I clambered to bed; up the globe's impossible ...
It was not until later that I knew, recognized the moment for what it was, my life before it, a ...
When she goes to Hollywood she is an angel. She writes in red red lipstick on the window of her ...
I never dreamed we'd meet that day In our old haunts down Fricourt way, Plotting such marvellous journeys there For ...
I stay; But it isn't as if There wasn't always Hudson's Bay And the fur trade, A small skiff And ...
Tra-la-la-la-la-la-laire-nil nisi divinum stabile est; caetera fumus-the gondola stopped, the old palace was there, how charming its grey and pink-goats ...
These hearts were woven of human joys and cares, Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth. The years had given ...
These hearts were woven of human joys and cares, Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth. The years had given ...
These hearts were woven of human joys and cares, Washed marvellously with sorrow, swift to mirth. The years had given ...
I have been so great a lover: filled my days So proudly with the splendour of Love's praise, The pain, ...
See how the Yellow River's water move out of heaven. Entering the ocean,never to return. See how lovely locks in ...
It happens. Will it go on? ---- My mind a rock, No fingers to grip, no tongue, My god the ...
Perfection is terrible, it cannot have children. Cold as snow breath, it tamps the womb Where the yew trees blow ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
IF I should learn, in some quite casual way, That you were gone, not to return again- Read from the ...
If I should learn, in some quite casual way, That you were gone, not to return again- Read from the ...
Chant we the story now Tho' in a ...
"O Trade! O Trade! would thou wert dead! The Time needs heart -- 'tis tired of head: We're all for ...
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