Divina Commedia (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Oft have I seen at some cathedral door . A laborer, pausing in the dust and heat, . Lay down ...
Oft have I seen at some cathedral door . A laborer, pausing in the dust and heat, . Lay down ...
This is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms; But front their silent ...
(From the French of Emile Verhaeren) He who walks through the meadows of Champagne At noon in Fall, when leaves ...
'E was warned agin' 'er -- That's what made 'im look; She was warned agin' 'im -- That is why ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
Night funeral In Harlem: Where did they get Them two fine cars? Insurance man, he did not pay-- His insurance ...
the day was as grey as the abbey the light that filtered through the glass had no disturbing shine about ...
THOU art confused, my beloved, at, seeing the thousandfold union Shown in this flowery troop, over the garden dispers'd; any ...
More than the others senses of our bodies more than sight, taste more than our hearing, our sense of smell ...
More than the others senses of our world our bodies, our clay the importance of one to touch, to reach ...
Not in the great room with the pews and altar not where the organ plays under colored hews Our heart ...
A murmur, the muted notes whispering into the silent sanctuary The refrain of the song, hushed breathing more than filler, ...
Rising from the open stained glass window the church filled with the choirs voices the voice of the organ joining ...
In the late afternoon, early evening moments before the dusk mist falling in the still courtyard of the busy church ...
In the dark of the empty sanctuary he toiled, alone, refining his skill preparing himself, by drill and practice to ...
I let myself in at the kitchen door. "It's you," she said. "I can't get up. Forgive me Not answering ...
A butler asks, will Madam be having her morning coffee alfresco? If you would be so good as to lift ...
I. Soon Of all the springtimes of the world This one is the ugliest Of all of my ways of ...
Knows he who tills this lonely field To reap its scanty corn, What mystic fruit his acres yield At midnight ...
As I went down to Dymchurch Wall, I heard the South sing o'er the land I saw the yellow sunlight ...
A dear old couple my grandparents were, And kind to all dumb things; they saw in Heaven The lamb that ...
From Harmony, from heavenly Harmony This universal frame began: When nature underneath a heap Of jarring atoms lay And could ...
I've heard an Organ talk, sometimes In a Cathedral Aisle, And understood no word it said -- Yet held my ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
The sole true Something--This ! In Limbo Den It frightens Ghosts as Ghosts here frighten men-- For skimming in the ...
Here among long-discarded cassocks, Damp stools, and half-split open hassocks, Here where the vicar never looks I nibble through old ...
A MIDDLE-AGE INTERLUDE. ROSA MUNDI; SEU, FULCITE ME FLORIBUS. A CONCEIT OF MASTER GYSBRECHT, CANON-REGULAR OF SAID JODOCUS-BY-THE-BAR, YPRES CITY. ...
An imaginary composer.] I. Hist, but a word, fair and soft! Forth and be judged, Master Hugues! Answer the question ...
Would that the structure brave, the manifold music I build, Bidding my organ obey, calling its keys to their work, ...
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