Two Songs Of Heine (Henry Van Dyke Poems)
I"EIN FICHTENBAUM"A fir-tree standeth lonelyOn a barren northern height,Asleep, while winter coversHis rest with robes of white.In dreams, he sees ...
I"EIN FICHTENBAUM"A fir-tree standeth lonelyOn a barren northern height,Asleep, while winter coversHis rest with robes of white.In dreams, he sees ...
SEATED in a Moorish garden On the Sahel of Algiers, Wandering breezes brought the burden Of its history in past ...
'C'est l? le myst?re apr?s lequel soupirent toutes les ?mes exil?es, qui s'affligent sur les fleuves de Babylon en se ...
Stop, oh my friends, let us pause to weep over the remembrance of my beloved.Here was her abode on the ...
AN acorn fell from an old oak tree,And lay on the frosty ground"O, what shall the fate of the acorn ...
Down beside the loathly Pitch Lake,In the stately Morichal,Sat an ancient Spanish Indian,Peering through the columns tall.Watching vainly for the ...
Golden lights and lengthening shadows,Flings the splendid sun declining,O'er the monastery gardenRich in flower, fruit and foliage.Through the avenue of ...
There's a legend that's told of a gypsy who dwelt In the lands where the pyramids be; And ...
What tellest thou to heaven, Thou royal tropic tree? At morn or noon or even, Proud dweller ...
It wav'd not thro' an Eastern sky,Beside a fount of Araby;It was not fann'd by southern breezeIn some green isle ...
December 10: 1282Llanyis on Irfon, thine oaks in the drearRed eve of December are wind-swept and sere,Where a king by ...
The day was still, the sun's bright glare Fell sheer upon the Temple's beauteous wall Withered by tropic heat, the ...
Ah! the poor little blackamoor, see there he goes,And the blood gushes out from his half frozen toes,And his legs ...
I think of thee! — my thoughts do twine and bud About thee,as wild vines, about a tree, Put out ...
AFTER a night of languor without rest,-- Striving to sleep, yet wishing morn might come, By the pent, scorching atmosphere ...
Be my companion under cool arcades That frame some drowsy street and dazzling square Beyond whose flowers and palm-tree promenades ...
I. Said Abner, ``At last thou art come! Ere I tell, ere thou speak, ``Kiss my cheek, wish me well!'' ...
'Not by the justice that my father spurn'd, Not for the thousands whom my father slew, Altars unfed and temples ...
I think of thee!-my thoughts do twine and bud About thee, as wild vines, about a tree, Put out broad ...
Be my companion under cool arcades That frame some drowsy street and dazzling square Beyond whose flowers and palm-tree promenades ...
The Angel ended, and in Adam's ear So charming left his voice, that he a while Thought him still speaking, ...
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