The Peace-Pipe (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
On the Mountains of the Prairie, On the great Red Pipe-stone Quarry, Gitche Manito, the mighty, He the Master of ...
On the Mountains of the Prairie, On the great Red Pipe-stone Quarry, Gitche Manito, the mighty, He the Master of ...
Out of childhood into manhood Now had grown my Hiawatha, Skilled in all the craft of hunters, Learned in all ...
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis, Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies. Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi. "O C?sar, we who are ...
Now Jones had left his new-wed bride to keep his house in order, And hied away to the Hurrum Hills ...
IN the little southern parlor of tbe house you may have seen With the gambrel-roof, and the gable looking westward ...
Oh, there are times When all this fret and tumult that we hear Do seem more stale than to the ...
OH for one hour of youthful joy! Give back my twentieth spring! I'd rather laugh, a bright-haired boy, Than reign, ...
I know part of his story the part where he was angry at God daring to take someone from him ...
A pale, lovely, opening trumpet a morning glory, in the pot living with the tomatoes, the marigolds the living garden ...
I have been thinking about his. So many of my poems, about God the possessive is his A father God, ...
A new bloom frilly and pink between the rich and green grafted and grown by your hands warmed in the ...
Farewell, lov'd Youth! since 'twas the Will of Heaven So soon to take, what had so late been giv'n; And ...
I In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
FAREWELL, old Scotia's bleak domains, Far dearer than the torrid plains, Where rich ananas blow! Farewell, a mother's blessing dear! ...
Happy the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air, In his ...
Happy the man, whose wish and care A few paternal acres bound, Content to breathe his native air In his ...
Revolving in oval loops of solar speed, Couched in cauls of clay as in holy robes, Dead men render love ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
Undoubtedly he will relent, and turn From his displeasure; in whose look serene, When angry most he seemed and most ...
As one who in his journey bates at noon, Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel paused Betwixt the ...
Descend from Heaven, Urania, by that name If rightly thou art called, whose voice divine Following, above the Olympian hill ...
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