Evangeline: Part The Second. IV. (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
FAR in the West there lies a desert land, where the mountainsLift, through perpetual snows, their lofty and luminous summits.Down ...
FAR in the West there lies a desert land, where the mountainsLift, through perpetual snows, their lofty and luminous summits.Down ...
I.Break dull November skies, and makeSunshine over wood and lake,And fill your cells of frosty airWith thousand, thousand welcomes to ...
Our columns are broken, defeated, and fled;We are gathered, a few from the flying and dead,Where ...
On sunny slope and beechen swell,The shadowed light of evening fell;And, where the maple's leaf was brown,With soft and silent ...
GOD girt her about with the surgesAnd winds of the masterless deep,Whose tumult uprouses and urgesQuick billows to sparkle and ...
The muffled drum rolled on the air,Warriors, with stately step, were there;On every arm was the black crape bound,Every carbine ...
Oh, dim and wan came in the dawn, And gloomy closed the day; The killdee whistled among the weeds, The heron flapped in ...
A door sunk in a hillside, with a boltthick as the boy's arm, and behind that doorthe walls of ice, ...
You have the Pyrrhic dance as yet, Where is the Pyrrhic phalanx gone?Of two such lessons, why forget The nobler ...
The Western sun, ere he sought his lair, Skimm'd the treetops, and ...
ISword in length a reaping-hook amainHarald sheared his field, blood up to shank:'Mid the swathes of slain,First at moonrise drank.IIThereof ...
"Since yesterday under a stiff north windThe slanting rain with intermittent hailHad clinked against our windows. Now I peeredTo where ...
Yes, there it hangs upon the wall And never gives a sound,The hand that trimmed its greenhide fall Is hidden ...
'If my head hurt a hair's footPack back the downed bone. If the unpricked ball of my breathBump on a ...
Cean duv deelish, beside the seaI stand and stretch my hands to thee Across the world.The riderless horses race to ...
On sunny slope and beechen swell, The shadowed light of evening fell; And, where the maple's leaf was brown, With ...
Under my window-ledge the waters race, Otters below and moor-hens on the top, Run for a mile undimmed in Heaven's ...
I I, in my intricate image, stride on two levels, Forged in man's minerals, the brassy orator Laying my ghost ...
Axes After whose stroke the wood rings, And the echoes! Echoes traveling Off from the center like horses. The sap ...
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