The Ghosts (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Never stoops the soaring vulture On his quarry in the desert, On the sick or wounded bison, But another vulture, ...
Never stoops the soaring vulture On his quarry in the desert, On the sick or wounded bison, But another vulture, ...
1 When night falls on the earth, the sea 2 From east to west lies twinkling bright 3 With shining ...
One of those men who can be a car salesman or a tourist from Syracuse or a hired assassin. -- ...
There's a regret So grinding, so immitigably sad, Remorse thereby feels tolerant, even glad. ... Do you not know it ...
I I saw a slowly-stepping train -- Lined on the brows, scoop-eyed and bent and hoar -- Following in files ...
(I) if you can't scientifically explain it dawkins says it has no value - some hope inside the mechanical framework ...
SHE stood against the kitchen sink, and looked Over the sink out through a dusty window At weeds the water ...
When it was autumn in Eden and chestnuts held golden leaves against dimming light , Eve touched her toes on ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
The south-wind brings Life, sunshine, and desire, And on every mount and meadow Breathes aromatic fire, But over the dead ...
Mistah Kurtz -- he dead. A penny for the Old Guy I We are the hollow men We are the ...
We grow accustomed to the Dark -- When light is put away -- As when the Neighbor holds the Lamp ...
I like the old house tolerably well, Where I must dwell Like a familiar gnome; And yet I never shall ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
WHEN that Aprilis, with his showers swoot*, *sweet The drought of March hath pierced to the root, And bathed every ...
O constellations of the early night, That sparkled brighter as the twilight died, And made the darkness glorious! I have ...
(A Virginia Legend.) The Planting of the Hemp. Captain Hawk scourged clean the seas (Black is the gap below the ...
Si credere dignum est.--Virgil, Georgics, III, 390 Oh, worthy of belief I hold it was, Virgil, your legend in those ...
I wonder how you feel to-day As I have felt since, hand in hand, We sat down on the grass, ...
From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees The soft blue starlight through the one small window, The moon ...
The lamplit page is turned, the dream forgotten; The music changes tone, you wake, remember Deep worlds you lived before,-deep ...
THOU, Nature, partial Nature, I arraign; Of thy caprice maternal I complain. The peopled fold thy kindly care have found, ...
LATE crippl'd of an arm, and now a leg, About to beg a pass for leave to beg; Dull, listless, ...
We sow the glebe, we reap the corn, We build the house where we may rest, And then, at moments, ...
THANK God, bless God, all ye who suffer not More grief than ye can weep for. That is well-- That ...
'Twas in the year of 1887, which many people will long remember, The burning of the Theatre at Exeter on ...
Late-born and woman-souled I dare not hope, The freshness of the elder lays, the might Of manly, modern passion shall ...
In the heart of the Hills of Life, I know Two springs that with unbroken flow Forever pour their lucent ...
How tall among her sisters, and how fair, -- How grave beyond her youth, yet debonair As dawn, 'mid wrinkled ...
"O Trade! O Trade! would thou wert dead! The Time needs heart -- 'tis tired of head: We're all for ...
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