Old Age. (Sonnet IV.) (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
The course of my long life hath reached at last,In fragile bark o'er a tempestuous sea,The common harbor, where must ...
The course of my long life hath reached at last,In fragile bark o'er a tempestuous sea,The common harbor, where must ...
Prelude I SEE the boy-bard neath life's morning skies, While hope's bright cohorts guess ...
Fair land! of chivalry the old domain,Land of the vine and olive, lovely Spain!Though not for thee with classic shores ...
'Tis a poor drizzly morning, dark and sad.The cloud has fallen, and filled with fold on foldThe chimneyed city; and ...
It was the good ship Caroline,That ploughed the Channel foam,All for the sake of England's fame,Of country, king, and home.Staunch ...
What ails me? what impels me on, untilThe big drops fall from off my brow? Whence comesThis strange affliction?--Oh, thus ...
Before our trenches at CambraiWe saw their columns cringe away.We saw their masses melt and reelBefore our line of leaping ...
Creator of the earth and sky,Ruling the firmament on high,Clothing the day with robes of light,Blessing with gracious sleep the ...
Oh hush, little baby, thy papa's at sea;The big billows rock him as mamma rocks thee.He hastes to his dear ...
O doubts, dull passions, and base fears,That harassed and oppressed the day,Ye poor remorses and vain tears,That shook this house ...
1 A yellow band of light upon the street Pours from an open door, and makes a wide Pathway of ...
Goaded and harassed in the factory That tears our life up into bits of days Ticked off upon a clock ...
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
YOUR name with ev'ry pleasure here I place, The last effusions of my muse to grace. O charming Phillis! may ...
A fine and subtle spirit dwells In every little flower, Each one its own sweet feeling breathes With more or ...
A fine and subtle spirit dwells In every little flower, Each one its own sweet feeling breathes With more or ...
A little while, a little while, The weary task is put away, And I can sing and I can smile, ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita mi ritrovai per una selva oscura ch? la diritta via era smarrita . ...
'Twas near the Begum Kothie the battle began, Where innocent blood as plentiful as water ran; The Begum Kothie was ...
A Story of Christmas Eve. Strange that the termagant winds should scold The Christmas Eve so bitterly! But Wife, and ...
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