The Jewish Cemetery at Newport (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
How strange it seems! These Hebrews in their graves, Close by the street of this fair seaport town, Silent beside ...
How strange it seems! These Hebrews in their graves, Close by the street of this fair seaport town, Silent beside ...
1 Let observation with extensive view, 2 Survey mankind, from China to Peru; 3 Remark each anxious toil, each eager ...
A bird that I don't know, Hunched on his light-pole like a scarecrow, Looks sideways out into the wheat The ...
I I saw a slowly-stepping train -- Lined on the brows, scoop-eyed and bent and hoar -- Following in files ...
OH ye kindly nymphs, who dwell 'mongst the rocks and the thickets, Grant unto each whatsoe'er he may in silence ...
The Birds reported from the South -- A News express to Me -- A spicy Charge, My little Posts -- ...
The Black Berry -- wears a Thorn in his side -- But no Man heard Him cry -- He offers ...
A loss of something ever felt I -- The first that I could recollect Bereft I was -- of what ...
Hark ! from the battlements of yonder tower The solemn bell has tolled the midnight hour ! Roused from drear ...
God of my life, to Thee I call, Afflicted at Thy feet I fall; When the great water-floods prevail, Leave ...
If dead, we cease to be ; if total gloom Swallow up life's brief flash for aye, we fare As ...
IF chance some pensive stranger, hither led, His bosom glowing from majestic views, The gorgeous dome, or the proud landscape's ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
Oh! snatched away in beauty's bloom, On thee shall press no ponderous tomb; But on thy turf shall roses rear ...
How stern are the woes of the desolate mourner As he bends in still grief o'er the hallowed bier, As ...
Lo, here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, ...
I. Ah! wherefore by the Church-yard side, Poor little LORN ONE, dost thou stray? Thy wavy locks but thinly hide ...
O THOU, whose sober precepts can controul The wild impatience of the troubled soul, Sweet Nymph serene ! whose all-consoling ...
He said, and pass'd with sad presaging heart To seek his spouse, his soul's far dearer part; At home he ...
The light wraps you in its mortal flame. Abstracted pale mourner, standing that way against the old propellers of the ...
While gazing on the moon's light, A moment from her smile I turn'd, To look at orbs that, more bright, ...
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