The Song Of Hiawatha XIX: The Ghosts (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
Never stoops the soaring vultureOn his quarry in the desert,On the sick or wounded bison,But another vulture, watchingFrom his high ...
Never stoops the soaring vultureOn his quarry in the desert,On the sick or wounded bison,But another vulture, watchingFrom his high ...
Far and wide among the nationsSpread the name and fame of Kwasind;No man dared to strive with Kwasind,No man could ...
The sun had set;The leaves with dew were wet:Down fell a bloody duskOn the woods, that second day of May,Where ...
'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 ...
We are the ghosts of those small flowers, That in the opening of the year, 'Neath rosemary and ...
Now the frog, all lean and weak, Yawning from his famished sleep, Water in the ditch doth seek, Fast as ...
A drifting, April, twilight sky, A wind which blew the puddles dry, And slapped the river into waves That ran ...
Never stoops the soaring vulture On his quarry in the desert, On the sick or wounded bison, But another vulture, ...
Far and wide among the nations Spread the name and fame of Kwasind; No man dared to strive with Kwasind, ...
"O Trade! O Trade! would thou wert dead! The Time needs heart -- 'tis tired of head: We're all for ...
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