The Landlord’s Tale; Paul Revere’s Ride (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
Listen my children and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in ...
Listen my children and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in ...
IN that so temperate Soil Arcadia nam'd, For fertile Pasturage by Poets fam'd; Stands a steep Hill, whose lofty jetting ...
"Let us now praise famous men"-- Men of little showing-- For their work continueth, And their work continueth, Broad and ...
Not with an outcry to Allah nor any complaining He answered his name at the muster and stood to the ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
LXI The vane on Hughley steeple Veers bright, a far-known sign, And there lie Hughley people, And there lie friends ...
They are rhymes rudely strung with intent less Of sound than of words, In lands where bright blossoms are scentless, ...
Even if we are freed by the blood of the cross how unworthy I am to speak the word of ...
'Mid my gold-brown curls There twined a silver hair: I plucked it idly out And scarcely knew 'twas there. Coiled ...
When I am dead, and doctors know not why, And my friends' curiosity Will have me cut up to survey ...
'TWAS in the seventeen hunder year O' grace, and ninety-five, That year I was the wae'est man Of ony man ...
FY, let us a' to Kirkcudbright, For there will be bickerin' there; For Murray's light horse are to muster, And ...
I SING of a Whistle, a Whistle of worth, I sing of a Whistle, the pride of the North. Was ...
ORTHODOX! orthodox, who believe in John Knox, Let me sound an alarm to your conscience: A heretic blast has been ...
FINTRY, my stay in wordly strife, Friend o' my muse, friend o' my life, Are ye as idle's I am? ...
1. Earth was not: nor globes of attraction The will of the Immortal expanded Or contracted his all flexible senses. ...
The drought is down on field and flock, The river-bed is dry; And we must shift the starving stock Before ...
Bring me a quart of colonial beer And some doughy damper to make good cheer, I must make a heavy ...
Wargeilah town is very small, There's no cathedral nor a club, In fact the township, all in all, Is just ...
He opens the scullery door, and a sudden rush of wind, as raw as raw, brushes past him as he ...
Like the vain curlings of the watery maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking weight does raise, So Man, declining ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
Like the vain Curlings of the Watry maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking Weight does raise; So Man, declining ...
So spake the Son of God; and Satan stood A while as mute, confounded what to say, What to reply, ...
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