Memories (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Oft I remember those I have known In other days, to whom my heart was lead As by a magnet, ...
Oft I remember those I have known In other days, to whom my heart was lead As by a magnet, ...
King of the perennial holly-groves, the riven sandstone: overlord of the M5: architect of the historic rampart and ditch, the ...
Ramrod straight in the line up, the perp walk in front of the gray wall the annual parade display of ...
What is it about irises in the garden whether blue flag or yellow, deep purple, white with red why do ...
What shall I do when the Summer troubles -- What, when the Rose is ripe -- What when the Eggs ...
Summer begins to have the look Peruser of enchanting Book Reluctantly but sure perceives A gain upon the backward leaves ...
For this -- accepted Breath -- Through it -- compete with Death -- The fellow cannot touch this Crown -- ...
I never felt at Home -- Below -- And in the Handsome Skies I shall not feel at Home -- ...
Her breast is fit for pearls, But I was not a "Diver" -- Her brow is fit for thrones But ...
"Aug." 10, 1911. Full moon to-night; and six and twenty years Since my full moon first broke from angel spheres! ...
"Aug." 10, 1911. Full moon to-night; and six and twenty years Since my full moon first broke from angel spheres! ...
I can scare children as the Victorians aimed to do even on an August beach tell a fairy tale one ...
It is that perennial immateriality dwelling between living and dying crouched in the corners and grappling by the hinges only ...
This is a day of happiness, sweet peace, And heavenly sunshine; upon which conven'd In full assembly fair, once more ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
FOR him I sing, (As some perennial tree, out of its roots, the present on the past:) With time and ...
ASHES of soldiers! As I muse, retrospective, murmuring a chant in thought, Lo! the war resumes-again to my sense your ...
His words were magic and his heart was true, And everywhere he wandered he was blessed. Out of all ancient ...
Once it smiled a silent dell Where the people did not dwell; They had gone unto the wars, Trusting to ...
If you could write down the words moving through a man's mind as he masturbates you'd have a quick bonus ...
Earth and water without form, change, or pause: as if the third day had not come, this calm norm of ...
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