Midnight Mass for the Dying Year (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Yes, the Year is growing old, And his eye is pale and bleared! Death, with frosty hand and cold, Plucks ...
Yes, the Year is growing old, And his eye is pale and bleared! Death, with frosty hand and cold, Plucks ...
Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet, Till Earth and Sky stand presently ...
O suns and skies and clouds of June, And flowers of June together, Ye cannot rival for one hour October's ...
Of all the songs which poets sing The ones which are most sweet Are those which at close intervals A ...
(THE TALE) Cometh the Wind from the garden, fragrant and full of sweet singing-- Under my tree where I sit ...
Out yonder in the moonlight, wherein God's Acre lies, Go angels walking to and fro, singing their lullabies. Their radiant ...
The top it hummeth a sweet, sweet song To my dear little boy at play - Merrily singeth all day ...
Sometime there ben a lyttel boy That wolde not renne and play, And helpless like that little tyke Ben allwais ...
So, so, rock-a-by so! Off to the garden where dreamikins grow; And here is a kiss on your winkyblink eyes, ...
A moonbeam floateth from the skies, Whispering, "Heigho, my dearie! I would spin a web before your eyes,-- A beautiful ...
Man was made of social earth, Child and brother from his birth; Tethered by a liquid cord Of blood through ...
I Ah, who will tell me, in these leaden days, Why the sweet Spring delays, And where she hides, -- ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
Beneath the blaze of a tropical sun the mountain peaks are the Thrones of Frost, through the absence of objects ...
Part I It is an ancient Mariner, And he stoppeth one of three. 'By thy long grey beard and glittering ...
The ladye she stood at her lattice high, Wi' her doggie at her feet; Thorough the lattice she can spy ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
Awake, my heart, to be loved, awake, awake! The darkness silvers away, the morn doth break, It leaps in the ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
1.1 Lo now! four other acts upon the stage, 1.2 Childhood, and Youth, the Manly, and Old-age. 1.3 The first: ...
Part in peace: is day before us? Praise His Name for life and light; Are the shadows lengthening o'er us? ...
But therewith the sun rose upward and lightened all the earth, And the light flashed up to the heavens from ...
The wanton Troopers riding by Have shot my Faun and it will dye. Ungentle men! They cannot thrive To kill ...
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