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 ...
"Give me of your bark, O Birch-tree! Of your yellow bark, O Birch-tree! Growing by the rushing river, Tall and ...
The wrecks dissolve above us; their dust drops down from afar -- Down to the dark, to the utter dark, ...
I. Fair Isabel, poor simple Isabel! Lorenzo, a young palmer in Love's eye! They could not in the self-same mansion ...
Muse of my native land! loftiest Muse! O first-born on the mountains! by the hues Of heaven on the spiritual ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
Here, at the end of the world, the flowers bleed as if they were hearts, the hearts ooze a darkness ...
Cloud-puffball, torn tufts, tossed pillows ' flaunt forth, then chevy on an air- built thoroughfare: heaven-roysterers, in gay-gangs ' they ...
The world is charged with the grandeur of God. It will flame out, like shining from shook foil; It gathers ...
I The thick lids of Night closed upon me Alone at the Bill Of the Isle by the Race {1} ...
The world is charged with the grandeur of God. It will flame out, like shining from shook foil; It gathers ...
Nothing other than cranberry, well, maybe candy apple, could describe the maple on the corner Ablaze in saturated red deep, ...
in the early morning fog the bible verses ooze into my subconscious bleed their message into my soul bypassing my ...
The tart had been melted before it sat solid in the warmer on the back of the stove She put ...
Sitting still, quiet, alone, in the living room of my boyhood alone with my thoughts after the Christmas day watching ...
Driving in town, between the drops of rain watch the people scurry, trudge, dash, between the buildings, hunker down at ...
It is funny; feels strange being so exposed, so public so many poems, so many thoughts, passions, ideas, blurted out ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
A still -- Volcano -- Life -- That flickered in the night -- When it was dark enough to do ...
Who caroused in the Dirt and was corrected by His Uncle. His Uncle came upon Franklin Hyde Carousing in the ...
I know if I find you I will have to leave the earth and go on out over the sea ...
Come, dear children, let us away; Down and away below! Now my brothers call from the bay, Now the great ...
Girls buck the wind in the grooves toward work in fuzzy coats promised to be warm as fur. The shop ...
We'll return the little box Into the arms Of her inconspicuously honest properties We won't do anything Against her will ...
Compelled by calamity's magnet They loiter and stare as if the house Burnt-out were theirs, or as if they thought ...
Kanzo Makame, the diver, sturdy and small Japanee, Seeker of pearls and of pearl-shell down in the depths of the ...
Out where the grey streams glide, Sullen and deep and slow, And the alligators slide From the mud to the ...
An odor has remained among the sugarcane: a mixture of blood and body, a penetrating petal that brings nausea. Between ...
They're burning off at the Rampadells, The tawny flames uprise, With greedy licking around the trees; The fierce breath sears ...
They're burning off at the Rampadells, The tawny flames uprise, With greedy licking around the trees; The fierce breath sears ...
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