The Peace-Pipe (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
On the Mountains of the Prairie, On the great Red Pipe-stone Quarry, Gitche Manito, the mighty, He the Master of ...
On the Mountains of the Prairie, On the great Red Pipe-stone Quarry, Gitche Manito, the mighty, He the Master of ...
Out of childhood into manhood Now had grown my Hiawatha, Skilled in all the craft of hunters, Learned in all ...
Never stoops the soaring vulture On his quarry in the desert, On the sick or wounded bison, But another vulture, ...
Sing, O Song of Hiawatha, Of the happy days that followed, In the land of the Ojibways, In the pleasant ...
I stood on the bridge at midnight, As the clocks were striking the hour, And the moon rose o'er the ...
It was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea; And the skipper had taken his little daughter, To bear ...
"Speak! speak I thou fearful guest Who, with thy hollow breast Still in rude armor drest, Comest to daunt me! ...
The lakes of ice gleam bluer than the lakes Of water 'neath the summer sunshine gleamed: Far fairer than when ...
This time I know I will never see him again. For a time he played the game, like a child ...
The shell of objects inwardly consumed Will stand, till some convulsive wind awakes; Such sense hath Fire to waste the ...
I sat in the Muses' Hall at the mid of the day, And it seemed to grow still, and the ...
AS evening shaped I found me on a moor Which sight could scarce sustain: The black lean land, of featureless ...
I wayed by star and planet shine Towards the dear one's home At Kingsbere, there to make her mine When ...
For Carl Solomon I I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked, dragging themselves ...
In front of the temple of Chu-ko Liang there is an old cypress. Its branches are like green bronze; its ...
Knows he who tills this lonely field To reap its scanty corn, What mystic fruit his acres yield At midnight ...
That first Day, when you praised Me, Sweet, And said that I was strong -- And could be mighty, if ...
Through lane it lay -- through bramble -- Through clearing and through wood -- Banditti often passed us Upon the ...
Dear native brook! wild streamlet of the West! How many various-fated years have passed, What happy and what mournful hours, ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
Fast rode the knight With spurs, hot and reeking, Ever waving an eager sword, "To save my lady!" Fast rode ...
'The mist is resting on the hill; The smoke is hanging in the air; The very clouds are standing still: ...
What though the sun had left my sky; To save me from despair The blessed moon arose on high, And ...
BUT two miles more, and then we rest ! Well, there is still an hour of day, And long the ...
"Oh yes, I went over to Edmonstoun the other day and saw Johnny, mooning around as usual! He will never ...
The last pose flickered, failed. The screen's dead white Glared in a sudden flooding of harsh light Stabbing the eyes; ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
Over the sea our galleys went, With cleaving prows in order brave, To a speeding wind and a bounding wave, ...
Si credere dignum est.--Virgil, Georgics, III, 390 Oh, worthy of belief I hold it was, Virgil, your legend in those ...
I Room after room, I hunt the house through We inhabit together. Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find ...
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