Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Student’s Tale; The Falcon of Ser Federigo (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
One summer morning, when the sun was hot,Weary with labor in his garden-plot,On a rude bench beneath his cottage eaves,Ser ...
One summer morning, when the sun was hot,Weary with labor in his garden-plot,On a rude bench beneath his cottage eaves,Ser ...
YES, love, the Spring shall come again, But not as once it came: Once more in meadow and in lane ...
Pale as a star that shines through rain Her face was seen at the window-pane, Her sad, frail face that watched in ...
WHEN I am gone, what alien steps shall treadThis flowery garden-close?What alien hands shall pluck the violets sweet,Or gather the ...
THEY cried before my gate at morning-mirth,"Come out and help us burn the weeds from earth!"But I was planting out ...
SWEET, my Sweet, by the winding-waterSit and sing as the days go by.(What if the sounding sea had taught herLust ...
I KNOW a little garden-close,Set thick with lily and red rose,Where I would wander if I mightFrom dewy morn to ...
The sea is silent round this rocky shore;The forest windFrom the loud level beach behindBrings rolling up the distant water's ...
In dreadful times of tears and warShe sails, a little fixed star,Or like a little ship she glidesWith gentle winds ...
HERE in this wrecked storm-wasted garden-closeThe grave of infinite generations fledOf flowers that now lay lustreless and dead,As the gray ...
THE BODY Call in the dancers. THE SOUL All is vain. We live, and living is the pain We die ...
IO wonderful and wing?d flower,That hoverest in the garden-close,Finding, in mazes of the rose,The rapture of a summer hour !O ...
In Eden ground God bade to blow Hys roses white and red,Ere yet man knew to hate hys foe ...
In the palace garden-closeMany a flower buds and blows, —Many a lily, ne'er a rose;And, when on the purple fellsHum ...
Thy soul is like a secret garden-close,Where roots of cleft rnandragoras enwreathe;Where bergamot and fumitory breathe,And ivy winds its tower ...
I am the flower within her garden-closeShe cast aside;Ah! had she plucked me, verily, God knows I had not died.I ...
TO LAYLAH EIGHT-AND-TWENTY Lamp of living loveliness, Maid miraculously male, Rapture of thine own excess Blushing through the velvet veil ...
TO LAYLAH EIGHT-AND-TWENTY Lamp of living loveliness, Maid miraculously male, Rapture of thine own excess Blushing through the velvet veil ...
Where hast thou been since round the walls of Troy The sons of God fought in that great emprise? Why ...
I KNOW a little garden-close Set thick with lily and red rose, Where I would wander if I might From ...
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