THE OLD CLOCK ON THE STAIRS (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
L'eternite est une pendule, dont le balancier dit et redit sans cesse ces deux mots seulement dans le silence des ...
L'eternite est une pendule, dont le balancier dit et redit sans cesse ces deux mots seulement dans le silence des ...
Now comes the evening of the mind. Here are the fireflies twitching in the blood; Here is the shadow moving ...
Moving from Cheer to Joy, from Joy to All, I take a box And add it to my wild rice, ...
Spring wafts up the smell of bus exhaust, of bread and fried potatoes, tips green on the branches, repeats old ...
Cherry-ripe: dark sweet burlats, scarlet reverchons firm-fleshed and tart in the mouth bigarreaux, peach-and-white napoléons as the harvest moves north ...
An Unpublished Poem, by my late Latin Tutor. In candent ire the solar splendor flames; The foles, languescent, pend from ...
When, darkly brooding on this Modern Age, The journalist with his marketable woes Fills up once more the inevitable page ...
WHEN in the dance of the Nymphs, in the moonlight so holy assembled, Mingle the Graces, down from Olympus in ...
CUPID, ere depriv'd of Sight, Young and apt for all Delight, Met with Folly on the way, As Idle and ...
Himself it was who wrote His rank, and quartered his own coat. There is no king nor sovereign state That ...
Thy summer voice, Musketaquit, Repeats the music of the rain; But sweeter rivers pulsing flit Through thee, as thou through ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
I When tulips bloom in Union Aquare, And timid breaths of vernal air Go wandering down the dusty town, Like ...
PART I On Susquehanna's side, fair Wyoming! Although the wild-flower on thy ruin'd wall, And roofless homes, a sad remembrance ...
Whom should I choose for my Judge? the earnest, impersonal reader, Who, in the work, forgets me and the world ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
I can make out the rigging of a schooner a mile off; I can count the new cones on the ...
The city purrs, it hums along, the morning hardly risen. A well-dressed drunk smears her finger across a doorman's lips ...
I don't Know if history repeats itself But I do know that you don't. I remember that city was didvided ...
When silver snow decks Susan's clothes, And jewel hangs at th' shepherd's nose, The blushing bank is all my care, ...
To see a world in a grain of sand And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the ...
1. A conversation begins with a lie. and each speaker of the so-called common language feels the ice-floe split, the ...
In flat America, in Chicago, Graceland cemetery on the German North Side. Forty feet of Corinthian candle celebrate Pullman embedded ...
Oh why is heaven built so far, Oh why is earth set so remote? I cannot reach the nearest star ...
The photographic chamber of the eye records bare painted walls, while an electric light lays the chromium nerves of plumbing ...
Between going and staying the day wavers, in love with its own transparency. The circular afternoon is now a bay ...
Somewhere, suspended in facetless space, the vine is spiralling, shown in the distance, with loosened hair: the farther the eye ...
On the day the world ends A bee circles a clover, A Fisherman mends a glimmering net. Happy porpoises jump ...
His first infidelity was a mistake, but not as big As her false pregnancy. Later, the boy found out He ...
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