The Warden of the Cinque Ports (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
A mist was driving down the British Channel, The day was just begun, And through the window-panes, on floor and ...
A mist was driving down the British Channel, The day was just begun, And through the window-panes, on floor and ...
PRELUDE. Pleasant it was, when woods were green, And winds were soft and low, To lie amid some sylvan scene, ...
Pleasant it was, when woods were green, And winds were soft and low, To lie amid some sylvan scene. Where, ...
Ye voices, that arose After the Evening's close, And whispered to my restless heart repose! Go, breathe it in the ...
Eyes of grey -- a sodden quay, Driving rain and falling tears, As the steamer wears to sea In a ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
For the Visitors' Book at the Inn Who long for rest, who look for pleasure Away from counter, court, or ...
(Maidens' song from St. Winefred's Well) THE LEADEN ECHO How to kéep-is there ány any, is there none such, nowhere ...
I He bends his travel-tarnished feet To where she wastes in clay: From day-dawn until eve he fares Along the ...
'TWAS a death-bed summons, and forth I went By the way of the Western Wall, so drear On that winter ...
To Jenny came a gentle youth From inland leazes lone; His love was fresh as apple-blooth By Parrett, Yeo, or ...
I I saw a slowly-stepping train -- Lined on the brows, scoop-eyed and bent and hoar -- Following in files ...
Winter is good -- his Hoar Delights Italic flavor yield To Intellects inebriate With Summer, or the World -- Generic ...
That odd old man is dead a year -- We miss his stated Hat. 'Twas such an evening bright and ...
I think the Hemlock likes to stand Upon a Marge of Snow -- It suits his own Austerity -- And ...
A crystalline awakening on the plateau, the crisp air as brittle as new celery snaps with expectancy. The cold clings ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
Hast thou a charm to stay the morning-star In his steep course? So long he seems to pause On thy ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
O NORTH! as thy romantic vales I leave, And bid farewell to each retiring hill, Where thoughtful fancy seems to ...
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
Do you remember an Inn, Miranda? Do you remember an Inn? And the tedding and the bedding Of the straw ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I. Moonlight silvers the tops of trees, Moonlight whitens the lilac shadowed wall And through the evening fall, Clearly, as ...
THOU ling'ring star, with lessening ray, That lov'st to greet the early morn, Again thou usher'st in the day My ...
THE SUN had clos'd the winter day, The curless quat their roarin play, And hunger'd maukin taen her way, To ...
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