The Children’s Hour (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupation, ...
Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupation, ...
"The Brushwood Boy"--The Day's Work Over the edge of the purple down, Where the single lamplight gleams, Know ye the ...
Out of the poisonous East, Over a continent of blight, Like a maleficent Influence released From the most squalid cellerage ...
Oxen and sheep were brought back down Long ago, and bramble gates closed. Over Mountains and rivers, far from my ...
The three stood listening to a fresh access Of wind that caught against the house a moment, Gulped snow, and ...
I In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, ...
S'io credesse che mia risposta fosse A persona che mai tornasse al mondo, Questa fiamma staria senza piu scosse. Ma ...
All night long, by a distant bell, The passing hours were notched On the dark, while her breathing rose and ...
It seldom snowed, they said, it might get cold but it won't be snow; well, one should guess the locals ...
Colours in lamplight are previews, scarcely eschewed as wave-length turbulence tuned to closeness and friendship. Colours in firelight are skin-warmed ...
Jupiter Mars P Moon VENEZIA, "May" 19"th", 1910. Jupiter's foursquare blaze of gold and blue Rides on the moon, a ...
Jupiter Mars P Moon VENEZIA, "May" 19"th", 1910. Jupiter's foursquare blaze of gold and blue Rides on the moon, a ...
There is a section in my library for death and another for Irish history, a few shelves for the poetry ...
When you were there, and you, and you, Happiness crowned the night; I too, Laughing and looking, one of all, ...
From narrow provinces of fish and bread and tea, home of the long tides where the bay leaves the sea ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
As evening falls, And the yellow lights leap one by one Along high walls; And along black streets that glisten ...
'Draw three cards, and I will tell your future . . . Draw three cards, and lay them down, Rest ...
Midnight; bells toll, and along the cloud-high towers The golden lights go out . . . The yellow windows darken, ...
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light. The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
1 Senlin sat before us and we heard him. He smoked his pipe before us and we saw him. Was ...
1 Senlin sits before us, and we see him. He smokes his pipe before us, and we hear him. Is ...
I The girl in the room beneath Before going to bed Strums on a mandolin The three simple tunes she ...
I. Moonlight silvers the tops of trees, Moonlight whitens the lilac shadowed wall And through the evening fall, Clearly, as ...
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
Two universes mosey down the street Connected by love and a leash and nothing else. Mostly I look at lamplight ...
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten ...
At the open door of the room I stand and look at the night, Hold my hand to catch the ...
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