The Jewish Cemetery at Newport (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
How strange it seems! These Hebrews in their graves, Close by the street of this fair seaport town, Silent beside ...
How strange it seems! These Hebrews in their graves, Close by the street of this fair seaport town, Silent beside ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
thin, fine, airy, lines only brush strokes in the heavens ribbons, painted, effortlessly mascara lashes, vertically written as if on ...
An old political sign like a seedling pushing up out of newly-tilled earth, rose anew, crabgrass really up out of ...
The Leaves like Women interchange Exclusive Confidence -- Somewhat of nods and somewhat Portentous inference. The Parties in both cases ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
I WAS looking a long while for a clue to the history of the past for myself, and for these ...
1 AFOOT and light-hearted, I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path ...
Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm; And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands; Beyond, red ...
I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, Wherein at ease for aye to dwell. I said, "O Soul, make merry ...
Honor to woman! To her it is given To garden the earth with the roses of heaven! All blessed, she ...
Forever fair, forever calm and bright, Life flies on plumage, zephyr-light, For those who on the Olympian hill rejoice-- Moons ...
Hast thou the infant seen that yet, unknowing of the love Which warms and cradles, calmly sleeps the mother's heart ...
(Lines written in the Vale of Chamouni) 1 The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its ...
I The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves, Now dark--now glittering--now reflecting gloom-- ...
When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced The rich proud cost of outworn buried age; When sometime lofty ...
When I have seen by Time's fell hand defac'd The rich proud cost of outworn buried age; When sometime lofty ...
When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced The rich-proud cost of outworn buried age; When sometime lofty towers ...
Breathing: you invisible poem! Complete interchange of our own essence with world-space. You counterweight in which I rythmically happen. Single ...
Good-by to you whom I shall see tomorrow, Next year and when I'm fifty; still good-by. This is the leave ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
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