THE ARSENAL AT SPRINGFIELD (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
This is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms; But front their silent ...
This is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms; But front their silent ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
AN INDIAN LEGEND. (MAHADEVA is one of the numerous ...
AMOR, not the child, the youthful lover of Psyche, Look'd round Olympus one day, boldly, to triumph inured; There he ...
HERE where the roses blossom, where vines round the laurels are twining, Where the turtle-dove calls, where the blithe cricket ...
When man had ceased to utter his lament, A god then let me tell my tale of sorrow. WHAT hope ...
NOBLE be man, Helpful and good! For that alone Distinguisheth him From all the beings Unto us known. Hail to ...
MANY a day and night my bark stood ready laden; Waiting fav'ring winds, I sat with true friends round me, ...
AH, ye gods! ye great immortals In the spacious heavens above us! Would ye on this earth but give us ...
[First published in Schiller's Horen, in connection with a friendly contest in the art of ballad-writing between the two great ...
WHEN the primeval All-holy Father Sows with a tranquil hand From clouds, as they roll, Bliss-spreading lightnings Over the earth, ...
Lo! from quiet skies In through the window my Lord the Sun! And my eyes Were dazzled and drunk with ...
When she came out, that white little Russian dancer, With her bright hair, and her eyes, so young, so young, ...
THROUGH the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame. All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame. All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
Through the black, rushing smoke-bursts, Thick breaks the red flame; All Etna heaves fiercely Her forest-clothed frame. Not here, O ...
1. In terrors Los shrunk from his task: His great hammer fell from his hand: His fires beheld, and sickening, ...
Amongst the grandeur of Hua Shan I climb to the Flower Peak, and fancy I see fairies and immortals carrying ...
What links are ours with orbs that are So resolutely far: The solitary asks, and they Give radiance as from ...
Drink of this cup; -- you'll find there's a spell in Its every drop 'gainst the ills of mortality; Talk ...
Aye, but she? Your other sister and my other soul Grave Silence, lovelier Than the three loveliest maidens, what of ...
At midnight, death's and truth's unlocking time, When far within the spirit's hearing rolls The great soft rumble of the ...
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