Aftermath (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
When the summer fields are mown, When the birds are fledged and flown, And the dry leaves strew the path; ...
When the summer fields are mown, When the birds are fledged and flown, And the dry leaves strew the path; ...
WEAVE the warp, and weave the woof, The winding-sheet of Edward's race. Give ample room, and verge enough The characters ...
Pindaric Ode "Ruin seize thee, ruthless King! Confusion on thy banners wait! Tho' fanned by Conquest's crimson wing, They mock ...
WITH such a Pulse, with such disorder'd Veins, Such lab'ring Breath, as thy Disease constrains; With failing Eyes, that scarce ...
There's a place called Far-away Meadow We never shall mow in again, Or such is the talk at the farmhouse: ...
I stayed the night for shelter at a farm Behind the mountains, with a mother and son, Two old-believers. They ...
There were three in the meadow by the brook Gathering up windrows, piling cocks of hay, With an eye always ...
A SATURATED meadow, Sun-shaped and jewel-small, A circle scarcely wider Than the trees around were tall; Where winds were quite ...
The house had gone to bring again To the midnight sky a sunset glow. Now the chimney was all of ...
(Comus.) Your hay it is mow'd, and your corn is reap'd; Your barns will be full, and your hovels heap'd: ...
A RETURN TO THE COVER OF THIS BOOK Dear Trout Fishing in America: I met your friend Fritz in Washington ...
Departure At last, I'm leaving the familiar roof! I'm undeterred by rain and wind. This presentation should be quite a ...
MY father was a farmer upon the Carrick border, O, And carefully he bred me in decency and order, O; ...
Thee the ancientest peer, Duke of Burgundy, rose from the monarch's right hand, red as wines From his mountains; an ...
84 Thee the ancientest peer, Duke of Burgundy, rose from the monarch's right hand, red as wines 85 From his ...
Part 1 WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing -- This ...
Close by those meads, for ever crown'd with flow'rs, Where Thames with pride surveys his rising tow'rs, There stands a ...
Although I have never learned to mow I suddenly found myself half-way through last year's pea-sticks and cauliflower stalks in ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
Heark how the Mower Damon Sung, With love of Juliana stung! While ev'ry thing did seem to paint The Scene ...
Let us abandon then our gardens and go home And sit in the sitting-room Shall the larkspur blossom or the ...
each day mowed and mowed his lawn, his dry quarter acre, the machine slicing a wisp from each blade's tip. ...
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