Hiawatha’s Fasting (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
You shall hear how Hiawatha Prayed and fasted in the forest, Not for greater skill in hunting, Not for greater ...
You shall hear how Hiawatha Prayed and fasted in the forest, Not for greater skill in hunting, Not for greater ...
The overfaithful sword returns the user His heart's desire at price of his heart's blood. The clamour of the arrogant ...
What is a woman that you forsake her, And the hearth-fire and the home-acre, To go with the old grey ...
1904(C. F. Rhodes, buried in the Matoppos, April 10, 1902) When that great Kings return to clay, Or Emperors in ...
Where dost thou careless lie, Buried in ease and sloth? Knowledge that sleeps doth die; And this security, It is ...
When mid-autumn's moan shook the night-time, And sedges were horny, And summer's green wonderwork faltered On leaze and in lane, ...
I At last! In sight of home again, Of home again; No more to range and roam again As at ...
I. "Incense is hut a tribute for the gods,-- To mortals 'tis but poison." THE smoke that from thine altar ...
ON a rocky peak once sat I early, Gazing on the mist with eyes unmoving; Stretch'd out like a pall ...
The morn arrived; his footstep quickly scared The gentle sleep that round my senses clung, And I, awak'ning, from my ...
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I Thou who hast made thy dwelling fair With flowers beneath, above with starry lights, And set thine altars everywhere,-- ...
I There was an ancient City, stricken down With a strange frenzy, and for many a day They paced from ...
In the zunsheen of our zummers Wi' the hay time now a-come, How busy wer we out a-vield Wi' vew ...
In the zunsheen of our zummers Wi' the hay time now a-come, How busy wer we out a-vield Wi' vew ...
For moveless limbs no pity I crave, That never were swift! Still all I prize, Laughter and thought and friends, ...
I. You're my friend: I was the man the Duke spoke to; I helped the Duchess to cast off his ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
AULD chuckie Reekie's 1 sair distrest, Down droops her ance weel burnish'd crest, Nae joy her bonie buskit nest Can ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
I The face, which, duly as the sun, Rose up for me with life begun, To mark all bright hours ...
Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory— Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. ...
Father of all! In every age, In ev'ry clime ador'd, By saint, by savage, and by sage, Jehovah, Jove, or ...
I have no wit, I have no words, no tears; My heart within me like a stone Is numbed too ...
Tonight my love is sleeping cold Where none may see and none shall pass. The daisies quicken in the mold, ...
As I lie at rest on a patch of clover In the Western Park when the day is done. I ...
Love is enough: have no thought for to-morrow If ye lie down this even in rest from your pain, Ye ...
Love is enough: ho ye who seek saving, Go no further; come hither; there have been who have found it, ...
Thy Land to favour graciously Thou hast not Lord been slack, Thou hast from hard Captivity Returned Jacob back. Th' ...
Aye, but she? Your other sister and my other soul Grave Silence, lovelier Than the three loveliest maidens, what of ...
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