THE NORMAN BARON (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
et plus profonde, ou l'interet et l'avarice parlent moins haut que la raison, dans les instants de chagrin domestique, de ...
et plus profonde, ou l'interet et l'avarice parlent moins haut que la raison, dans les instants de chagrin domestique, de ...
About suffering, about adoration, the old masters Disagree. When someone suffers, no one else eats Or walks or opens the ...
From the dull confines of the drooping west, To see the day spring from the pregnant east, Ravish'd in spirit, ...
When did his star stop shining, in the night what guided the wise men, was there a night shadow the ...
At the end of the season, Epiphany Night leaving the light, shining over the nativity Mary, Joseph, still under the ...
Traveling, to that city, traveling far guided by your light, by your nativity star finding you in the manger bed ...
Over the days, the journey of Advent the nativity evolving, the scene coming into focus beginning with the couple, expectant ...
Anticipating the coming of the Lord Divine made flesh Voices of angels calling Eternal love in human form Nativity, humble ...
A season of waiting, of preparation for the baby boy Deity brought to a manger bed Voices of angels filled ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
That wind is from the North, I know it well; No other breeze could have so wild a swell. Now ...
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sun squandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood his ...
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place ...
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing place ...
"Whether all towns and all who live in them- So long as they be somewhere in this world That we ...
1 O! Solitude, my sweetest choice Places devoted to the night, Remote from tumult, and from noise, How you my ...
Wrapped was the world in slumber deep, By seaward valley and cedarn steep, And bright and blest were the dreams ...
I, who erewhile the happy Garden sung By one man's disobedience lost, now sing Recovered Paradise to all mankind, By ...
I O fairest flower no sooner blown but blasted, Soft silken Primrose fading timelesslie, Summers chief honour if thou hadst ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
I loathed you, Spoon River. I tried to rise above you, I was ashamed of you. I despised you As ...
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