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, ...
Downward through the evening twilight, In the days that are forgotten, In the unremembered ages, From the full moon fell ...
For Ann London As you described your mastectomy in calm detail and bared your chest so I might see the ...
I am like a pelican of the wilderness: I am like an owl of the desert. I watch, and am ...
just as the dusk comes hooting down through the shivering black leaves of the swinging trees we (the brave ones ...
I like to see it lap the Miles -- And lick the Valleys up -- And stop to feed itself ...
III. For the Creche Form 8277059, Sub-Section K I remember my mother, the day that we met, A thing I ...
A green and silent spot, amid the hills, A small and silent dell ! O'er stiller place No singing sky-lark ...
A man on his own in a car Is revenging himself on his wife; He open the throttle and bubbles ...
Often, to amuse themselves, the crew of the ship Would fell an albatross, the largest of sea birds, Indolent companions ...
(PETER RONSARD _loquitur_.) ``Heigho!'' yawned one day King Francis, ``Distance all value enhances! ``When a man's busy, why, leisure ``Strikes ...
Long ago in a poultry yard One dull November morn, Beneath a motherly soft wing A little goose was born. ...
This day winding down now At God speeded summer's end In the torrent salmon sun, In my seashaken house On ...
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound ...
Voices moving about in the quiet house: Thud of feet and a muffled shutting of doors: Everyone yawning. Only the ...
Beneath an old wall, that went round an old Castle, For many a year, with brown ivy o'erspread; A neat ...
Our fathers, brave men were and strong, And whisky was their daily liquor; They used to move the world along ...
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
'Twas in scientific circles That the great Professor Brown Had a world-wide reputation As a writer of renown. He had ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
ALL day they loitered by the resting ships, Telling their beauties over, taking stock; At night the verdict left my ...
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