TO AN OLD DANISH SONG-BOOK (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Welcome, my old friend, Welcome to a foreign fireside, While the sullen gales of autumn Shake the windows. The ungrateful ...
Welcome, my old friend, Welcome to a foreign fireside, While the sullen gales of autumn Shake the windows. The ungrateful ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
How should I praise thee, Lord! how should my rhymes Gladly engrave thy love in steel, If what my soul ...
Please your Grace, from out your store Give an alms to one that's poor, That your mickle may have more. ...
peaches exude this thrall - reminders of those luscious whereabouts that lips best find their precious sips to cry let ...
THIS page a chain to bring thee burns, That, train'd to suppleness of old, On thy fair neck to nestle, ...
Come, my little one, with me! There are wondrous sights to see As the evening shadows fall; In your pretty ...
O mother-my-love, if you'll give me your hand, And go where I ask you to wander, I will lead you ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
Thrill with lissome lust of the light, O man ! My man ! Come careering out of the night Of ...
Thrill with lissome lust of the light, O man ! My man ! Come careering out of the night Of ...
A BOAT beneath a sunny sky, Lingering onward dreamily In an evening of July -- Children three that nestle near, ...
A boat, beneath a sunny sky Lingering onward dreamily In an evening of July -- Children three that nestle near, ...
The wild duck startles like a sudden thought, And heron slow as if it might be caught. The flopping crows ...
ARRANGING long-locked drawers and shelves Of cabinets, shut up for years, What a strange task we've set ourselves ! How ...
I. THE FLOWER'S NAME Here's the garden she walked across, Arm in my arm, such a short while since: Hark, ...
Walking is like imagination, a single step dissolves the circle into motion; the eye here and there rests on a ...
Swiftly walk over the western wave, Spirit of Night! Out of the misty eastern cave Where, all the long and ...
Girls buck the wind in the grooves toward work in fuzzy coats promised to be warm as fur. The shop ...
You ask how I spend my time-- I nestle against a treetrunk and listen to autumn winds in the pines ...
I make my way to MacEwen's salient red door To catch some remnants of her A faint scent lifting into ...
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