Hiawatha’s Wooing (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
"As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman; Though she bends him, she obeys him, ...
"As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman; Though she bends him, she obeys him, ...
X. Hiawatha's Wooing "As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman, Though she bends him, ...
I. Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A ...
Though I thy Mithridates were, Framed to defy the poison-dart, Yet must thou fold me unaware To know the rapture ...
Whither, mad maiden, wilt thou roam? Far safer 'twere to stay at home; Where thou mayst sit, and piping, please ...
Hapcot! To thee the Fairy State I with discretion, dedicate. Because thou prizest things that are Curious, and un-familiar. Take ...
TO THE HONOURED MR ENDYMION PORTER, GROOM OF THE BED-CHAMBER TO HIS MAJESTY Sweet country life, to such unknown, Whose ...
It's when the birds go piping and the daylight slowly breaks, That, clamoring for his dinner, our precious baby wakes; ...
To-day, fair Thisbe, winsome girl! Strays o'er the meads where daisies blow, Or, ling'ring where the brooklets purl, Laves in ...
1 Awake! for Morning in the Bowl of Night Has flung the Stone that puts the Stars to Flight: And ...
Where are the ships I used to know, That came to port on the Fundy tide Half a century ago, ...
In Memory of John Keats By the Aurelian Wall, Where the long shadows of the centuries fall From Caius Cestius' ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
No cloud, no relique of the sunken day Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip Of sullen light, no obscure ...
Methinks in Him there dwells alway A sea of laughter very deep, Where the leviathans leap, And little children play, ...
(As Distinguished by an Italian Person of Quality) I Had I but plenty of money, money enough and to spare, ...
A Child's Story Hamelin Town's in Brunswick, By famous Hanover city; The river Weser, deep and wide, Washes its wall ...
Here the white-ray'd anemone is born, Wood-sorrel, and the varnish'd buttercup; And primrose in its purfled green swathed up, Pallid ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing ...
Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing ...
Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing ...
Piping down the valleys wild Piping songs of pleasant glee On a cloud I saw a child. And he laughing ...
My mother groand! my father wept, Into the dangerous world I leapt: Helpless, naked, piping loud: Like a fiend hid ...
Ho, a day Whereon we may up and away, With a fetterless wind that is out on the downs, And ...
A prisoner under the stars I lie, With no friend near; To-morrow they lead me forth to die, The stake ...
There's a piping wind from a sunrise shore Blowing over a silver sea, There's a joyous voice in the lapsing ...
Heark how the Mower Damon Sung, With love of Juliana stung! While ev'ry thing did seem to paint The Scene ...
Hence, vain deluding Joys, ............The brood of Folly without father bred! How little you bested ............Or fill the fixed mind ...
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