The Golden Legend: Prologue & 1. (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
THE SPIRE OF STRASBURG CATHEDRAL.Night and storm. LUCIFER, with the Powers of theAir, trying to tear down the Cross. _Lucifer._ HASTEN! ...
THE SPIRE OF STRASBURG CATHEDRAL.Night and storm. LUCIFER, with the Powers of theAir, trying to tear down the Cross. _Lucifer._ HASTEN! ...
(O mata fukitsunoru ame kaze.)O another deluge of wind and rain.Collar turned up, getting drenched in this splashing rain,and looking ...
We have graven the mountain of God with hands, As our hands were graven of God, they say, Where the seraphs burn ...
Now that the worst is over, they predictSomething messy and difficult, though notLife-threatening. Clearly we neededTo stock up on water ...
Trembling Creation's omnipresent sun,Immanent Harmonist, Whose rhythms run.Alike where midge pursues his swift romance,Or grave stars cluster for their midnight ...
Beyond the gates of Hercules The seven builders took the stone, Spurned everywhere in days of ease, Long lying loose ...
The swans float and float Along the moat Around the Bishop's garden, And the white clouds push Across a blue ...
A flickering glimmer through a window-pane, A dim red glare through mud bespattered glass, Cleaving a path between blown walls ...
Slowly, without force, the rain drops into the city. It stops a moment on the carved head of Saint John, ...
Gabriel whispered in mine ear His archangelic poesie. How can I write? I only hear The sobbing murmur of the ...
Gabriel whispered in mine ear His archangelic poesie. How can I write? I only hear The sobbing murmur of the ...
The years become you as Oxford becomes you, As you became Oxford through the protest years; From Magdalen's grey gargoyles ...
THE LANDS OF MY CHILDHOOD 1 I am leaving the holy city of Leeds For the last time for the ...
in brussels, eye sat in the grand place cafe & heard duke's place, played after salsa between the old majestic ...
Now Fireman Flynn met Hank the Finn where lights of Lust-land glow; "Let's leave," says he, "the lousy sea, and ...
ALL I can give you is broken-face gargoyles. It is too early to sing and dance at funerals, Though I ...
Flamingo silk. New ruff, the ivory ghost of a halter. Chestnut curls, * commas behind the ear. "Taller, by half ...
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