Children (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Come to me, O ye children! For I hear you at your play, And the questions that perplexed me Have ...
Come to me, O ye children! For I hear you at your play, And the questions that perplexed me Have ...
I Some day I will go to Aarhus To see his peat-brown head, The mild pods of his eye-lids, His ...
DAYS full of rapture, Are ye renew'd ?-- Smile in the sunlight Mountain and wood? Streams richer laden Flow through ...
The sweet nectar of the juices staining my fingers the plumb blueberries the burgeoning bushes under the netting Alive with ...
When wisdom graces us her voice raising across the face of the earth singing one tune When she is singing ...
The snap of the apple fresh-picked from the orchard the juices, sticky, drizzling down in my beard the bumblebees humming ...
Come, Phyllis, I've a cask of wine That fairly reeks with precious juices, And in your tresses you shall twine ...
When Father Time swings round his scythe, Entomb me 'neath the bounteous vine, So that its juices, red and blithe, ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
Give me truths, For I am weary of the surfaces, And die of inanition. If I knew Only the herbs ...
She was thinner, with a mannered gauntness as she paused just inside the double glass doors to survey the room, ...
The Gentian has a parched Corolla -- Like azure dried 'Tis Nature's buoyant juices Beatified -- Without a vaunt or ...
The red berries wreak an awesome spell that some would dread; others, weak and soulless, must succumb, they treasure with ...
For months on end the pumpkins lay at peace, their parent vines had all but browned and died although a ...
This is the feast of heavenly wine, And God invites to sup; The juices of the living Vine Were press'd ...
The sweet juices of your mouth are like castles bathed in honey. I've never had it done so gently before. ...
I believe that a young woman Is standing in a circle of lions In the other side of the sky. ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
Nobody in the lane, and nothing, nothing but blackberries, Blackberries on either side, though on the right mainly, A blackberry ...
Out of lemon flowers loosed on the moonlight, love's lashed and insatiable essences, sodden with fragrance, the lemon tree's yellow ...
So here the great man stood, fermenting malice and poems we have to be nearly as fierce against ourselves as ...
"What should such fellows as I do, Crawling between earth and heaven?" Here is the phial; here I turn the ...
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