THE BELFRY OF BRUGES (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
In the market-place of Bruges stands the belfry old and brown; Thrice consumed and thrice rebuilded, still it watches o'er ...
In the market-place of Bruges stands the belfry old and brown; Thrice consumed and thrice rebuilded, still it watches o'er ...
Usually at the helipad I see them stumble-dance across the hot asphalt with crokersacks over their heads, moving toward the ...
St. Agnes' Eve--Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through ...
Make haste away, and let one be A friendly patron unto thee; Lest, rapt from hence, I see thee lie ...
I do not see the hills around, Nor mark the tints the copses wear; I do not note the grassy ...
When she goes to Hollywood she is an angel. She writes in red red lipstick on the window of her ...
The sounds all muffled under our hoods and hats cutting through, the distinctive noise hearing the greasy snow The pavement ...
A stark image on the screen a cluster of hangmen, black hoods, hiding their faces the guilty unhooded, ready to ...
Flat hoods sit splayed on our backs wool, buffalo plaid inside, pulled forward, catch hair before the snorkel coats the ...
The Oriole sings in the greening grove As if he were half-way waiting, The rosebuds peep from their hoods of ...
My first well Day -- since many ill -- I asked to go abroad, And take the Sunshine in my ...
The Landing "Just the place for a Snark!" the Bellman cried, As he landed his crew with care; Supporting each ...
Dedication Inscribed to a dear Child: in memory of golden summer hours and whispers of a summer sea. Girt with ...
These tiny loiterers on the barley's beard, And happy units of a numerous herd Of playfellows, the laughing Summer brings, ...
Darkness as black as your eyelid, poketricks of stars, the yellow mouth, the smell of a stranger, dawn coming up, ...
St. John of the Cross wore dark glasses As he passed me on the street. St. Theresa of Avila, beautiful ...
NOTE.-Rahel Robert and Varnhagen von Ense were married, after many protestations on her part, in 1814. The marriage-so far as ...
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
Today your things depart. Your faience cup fell off the table at sunrise and cracked. Your old grey dog did ...
Hail, holy Light, offspring of Heaven firstborn, Or of the Eternal coeternal beam May I express thee unblam'd? since God ...
Chapter I. Once on a time, a Dawn, all red and bright Leapt on the conquered ramparts of the Night, ...
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