Morituri Salutamus: Poem for the Fiftieth Anniversary (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis, Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies. Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi. "O C?sar, we who are ...
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis, Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies. Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi. "O C?sar, we who are ...
By the shore of Gitche Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, At the doorway of his wigwam, In the pleasant Summer ...
"Build me straight, O worthy Master! Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster, And with ...
In the valley of the Pegnitz, where across broad meadow-lands Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands. Quaint ...
She dwells by Great Kenhawa's side, In valleys green and cool; And all her hope and all her pride Are ...
Seventy years ago my mother labored to bear me, A twelve-pound baby with a big head, Her first, it was ...
THERE were two youths of equal age, Wit, station, strength, and parentage; They studied at the self-same schools, And shaped ...
Children, I come back today To tell you a story of the long dark way That I had to climb, ...
Clustered in the branches not individuals, not the branches, not the fruits, clusters, a bunch of grapes not a single ...
a dock, a working pier out into the estuary the pull of the tides, swaying seaweed barnacles, algae, the smell ...
I remember those last few moments as your breathing slowed, no longer labored she on the side of your bed, ...
Eve labored, in the birthing the bringing into the world the mother bearing her children progeny to carry on, on ...
God labored, in creation, in bringing into being the whole world, the heavens, the earth, the dome above and below ...
At your right, I sat with you, near you feeling your presence, your pain Labored breath fell to Slow, uneven ...
A bit of war poetry read by featured poets Brought it back to me that night on the floor Each ...
What Twigs We held by -- Oh the View When Life's swift River striven through We pause before a further ...
Good Night! Which put the Candle out? A jealous Zephyr -- not a doubt -- Ah, friend, you little knew ...
What is Africa to me: Copper sun or scarlet sea, Jungle star or jungle track, Strong bronzed men, or regal ...
A tiger comes to mind. The twilight here Exalts the vast and busy Library And seems to set the bookshelves ...
I shall never get you put together entirely, Pieced, glued, and properly jointed. Mule-bray, pig-grunt and bawdy cackles Proceed from ...
Day-colored wine, night-colored wine, wine with purple feet or wine with topaz blood, wine, starry child of earth, wine, smooth ...
I. My face resembles your face less and less each day. When I was young no one mistook whose child ...
Since I don't know who will be reading this or even if it will be read, I must invent someone ...
Where a river roars in rapids And doves in maples fret, Where peace has decked the pastures Our guardian angels ...
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