Hiawatha And Mudjekeewis (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Out of childhood into manhood Now had grown my Hiawatha, Skilled in all the craft of hunters, Learned in all ...
Out of childhood into manhood Now had grown my Hiawatha, Skilled in all the craft of hunters, Learned in all ...
To Ernest Brace "And when the seven thunders had uttered their voices, I was about to write: and I heard ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
The sun shall not smite thee by day, nor the moon by night. Psalm 121 On a hillside scattered with ...
it's 1962 March 28th I'm sitting by the window on the Prague-Berlin train night is falling I never knew I ...
The times are nightfall, look, their light grows less; The times are winter, watch, a world undone: They waste, they ...
In the mid August, in the second year of my First Polar Expedition, the snow and ice of winter almost ...
I MARK the months in liveries dank and dry, The day-tides many-shaped and hued; I see the nightfall shades subtrude, ...
My spirit will not haunt the mound Above my breast, But travel, memory-possessed, To where my tremulous being found Life ...
They are rhymes rudely strung with intent less Of sound than of words, In lands where bright blossoms are scentless, ...
The sun drops behind the shore, The sky aglow. Nightfall on the water. I pull and push The canoe away ...
I am alone on my porch, in the rain. Nightfall is closing in. Now, the island is lonely. The world ...
When in the halcyon days of old, I was a little tyke, I used to fish in pickerel ponds for ...
The Blue Horizon wuz a mine us fellers all thought well uv, And there befell the episode I now perpose ...
(The Dry Salvages-presumably les trois sauvages-is a small group of rocks, with a beacon, off the N.E. coast of Cape ...
I Midwinter spring is its own season Sempiternal though sodden towards sundown, Suspended in time, between pole and tropic. When ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
Before the ice is in the pools -- Before the skaters go, Or any check at nightfall Is tarnished by ...
The Guest is gold and crimson -- An Opal guest and gray -- Of Ermine is his doublet -- His ...
Stop, stop and listen for the bough top Is whistling and the sun is brighter Than God's own shadow in ...
"I have heard the sunset song of the birches, A white melody in the silence, I have seen a quarrel ...
As cats bring their smiling mouse-kills and hypnotised birds, slinking home under the light of a summer's morning to offer ...
The hill pasture, an open place among the trees, tilts into the valley. The clovers and tall grasses are in ...
In the worst hour of the worst season of the worst year of a whole people a man set out ...
Well, as you say, we live for small horizons: We move in crowds, we flow and talk together, Seeing so ...
Coldly, sadly descends The autumn-evening. The field Strewn with its dank yellow drifts Of wither'd leaves, and the elms, Fade ...
Love is enough: have no thought for to-morrow If ye lie down this even in rest from your pain, Ye ...
Love is enough: draw near and behold me Ye who pass by the way to your rest and your laughter, ...
I cannot but remember When the year grows old- October-November- How she disliked the cold! She used to watch the ...
When she says Margarita she means Daiquiri. When she says quixotic she means mercurial. And when she says, "I'll never ...
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