The Children’s Hour (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupation, ...
Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupation, ...
They bear, in place of classic names, Letters and numbers on their skin. They play their grisly blindfold games In ...
1918Being the Words of the Tune Hummed at Her Lathe by Mrs. L. Embsay, Widow The fans and the beltings ...
It was in the old days, When she used to hang out at a place Called Club Zombie, A black ...
Beyond the great valley an odd instinctive rising Begins to possess the ground, the flatness gathers to little humps and ...
The heroic stars spending themselves, Coining their very flesh into bullets for the lost battle, They must burn out at ...
How the mountains talked together, Looking down upon the weather, When they heard our friend had planned his Little trip ...
I In days when men had joy of war, A God of Battles sped each mortal jar; The peoples pledged ...
Lovers in the act despense With such meum-tuum sense As might warningly reveal What they must not pick or steal, ...
I In my beginning is my end. In succession Houses rise and fall, crumble, are extended, Are removed, destroyed, restored, ...
White founts falling in the Courts of the sun, And the Soldan of Byzantium is smiling as they run; There ...
AGAINST THE GRAIN "Oxford be silent, I this truth must write Leeds hath for rarities undone thee quite." - William ...
O purblind race of miserable men, How many among us at this very hour Do forge a life-long trouble for ...
Hot digitty dog! Now, ain't it queer, I've been abroad for over a year; Seen a helluva lot since then, ...
Shaken from sleep, and numbed and scarce awake, Out in the trench with three hours' watch to take, I blunder ...
It was my bridal night I remember, An old man of seventy-three I lay with my young bride in my ...
I shall come back without fanfaronade Of wailing wind and graveyard panoply; But, trembling, slip from cool Eternity- A mild ...
So here the great man stood, fermenting malice and poems we have to be nearly as fierce against ourselves as ...
An upright abutment in the mouth of the Willis Avenue bridge a beige Honda leaps the divider like a steel ...
THE DREAM This has nothing to do with war or the end of the world. She dreams there are gray ...
How the Wings Were Made From many morning-glories That in an hour will fade, From many ...
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