Evangeline: Part The Second. IV. (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
FAR in the West there lies a desert land, where the mountainsLift, through perpetual snows, their lofty and luminous summits.Down ...
FAR in the West there lies a desert land, where the mountainsLift, through perpetual snows, their lofty and luminous summits.Down ...
I. NOON.White clouds, whose shadows haunt the deep,Light mists, whose soft embraces keepThe sunshine on the hills asleep!O isles of ...
BEYOND the sunset, and the amber seaTo the lone depths of Ether, cold and bare,Thy influence, soul of all tranquillity,Hallows ...
WHO PRESENTED ME WITH A SILVER LOVING CUPON THE TWENTY-NINTH OF AUGUST, M DCCC LXXXIX"WHO gave this cup?" The secret ...
Warriors! who from the cannon's mouth blow fire,Your fame to raise,Upon its blaze,Alas! ye do but light your funeral pyre!Tempting ...
Since we must sleep the endless Sleep at last,Since Life's grim juggernaut 'neath ruthless wheelsCrushes the heart; since Age like ...
Fytte IBy Wood and Wold"Beneath the greenwood bough." — W. Scott.Lightly the breath of the spring wind blows, Though ...
On Santa Croce's golden-pillared shrine, A thousand tapers pour their blended rays In one rich tide of radiance. Like a ...
Still with impatient love Sabrina pines,And now to speak the fatal truth designs;Sooth'd by her own indulgent hopes, which traceA ...
IA pleasant golden light fills all the chamber where I sit,the amber curtains close are drawn, and shadows o'er then ...
Peace, perfect peace. . . . Come, lay aside your gun.The danger zone is past; the gauntlet run.The bark of ...
The brazen bells of laughing lands In swelling echoes wildly ring, And over seas and ...
"Sleep, love, sleep! The dusty day is done. Lo! from afar the freshening breezes sweep Wide over groves of balm, ...
Our souls are the deserts of sorrow, Our hearts are the ashes of hope, And madly from gladness we ...
Here shrines are void and voiceless, all are fled;Roofless the columns and the altars bare.Shades of Olympus twine with mortal ...
Yes, it was like you to forget, And cancel in the welcome of your smile My deep arrears of debt, ...
It is full winter now: the trees are bare, Save where the cattle huddle from the cold Beneath the pine, ...
Swift as a spirit hastening to his task Of glory & of good, the Sun sprang forth Rejoicing in his ...
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten ...
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