The Building of the Ship (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
"Build me straight, O worthy Master! Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster, And with ...
"Build me straight, O worthy Master! Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster, And with ...
I Sing the Man that never Equal knew, Whose Mighty Arms all Asia did subdue, Whose Conquests through the spacious ...
A mother's prayer for her child, for her children for healing, for grace for the pain she carries to be ...
A mother's prayer for her child, for her children for healing, for grace for the pain she carries to be ...
There were two little skeezucks who lived in the isle Of Boo in a southern sea; They clambered and rollicked ...
TO charms and philters, secret spells and prayers, How many round attribute all their cares! In these howe'er I never ...
For Lincoln MacVeagh Never tell me that not one star of all That slip from heaven at night and softly ...
I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain --and back in rain. I have ...
How I make my soup: I draw water from a tap . . . I am not an artist. And ...
The first and last time I met my ex-lover Anne Sexton was at a protest poetry reading against some anti-constitutional ...
The Bobolink is gone -- The Rowdy of the Meadow -- And no one swaggers now but me -- The ...
The poet Phernazis is composing the important part of his epic poem. How Darius, son of Hystaspes, assumed the kingdom ...
I watched the winter light die from the bridge, the sky a sinking empire's battleship, ice floes' jagged edges clink ...
It is a sultry day; the sun has drank The dew that lay upon the morning grass, There is no ...
THE PUDDING MASTER OF STANLEY BASIN Tree, snow and rock beginnings, the mountain in back of the lake promised us ...
SEA, SEA RIDER The man who owned the bookstore was not magic. He was not a three-legged crow on the ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
But you now, dear girl, whom I loved like a flower whose name I didn't know, you who so early ...
In the long journey out of the self, There are many detours, washed-out interrupted raw places Where the shale slides ...
to Robert Hass and in memory of Elliot Gilbert Slow dulcimer, gavotte and bow, in autumn, Bashõ and his friends ...
In fourteen hundred and ninety-two, Someone sailed the ocean blue. Somebody borrowed the fare in Spain For a business trip ...
In Sleeping Beauty's castle the clock strikes one hundred years and the girl in the tower returns to the world. ...
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
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