Blessing The Cornfields (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Sing, O Song of Hiawatha, Of the happy days that followed, In the land of the Ojibways, In the pleasant ...
Sing, O Song of Hiawatha, Of the happy days that followed, In the land of the Ojibways, In the pleasant ...
(For Mrs. Henry Mills Alden) I think that I shall never see A poem lovely as a tree. A tree ...
This pleasant tale is like a little copse: The honied lines so freshly interlace, To keep the reader in so ...
HER hands are cold; her face is white; No more her pulses come and go; Her eyes are shut to ...
the first disciples a model for our living obedient to the message the calling of the Lord going out into ...
If we are living our faith every decision, every step discerning the master's will his calling, his voice how to ...
Defined by his command following his guiding God directing all of us how to live a life of worship faithful ...
Two dreams came down to earth one night From the realm of mist and dew; One was a dream of ...
A full moon shines over the morning frost; the lanes are full of late-fallen leaves; walking across the mulch is ...
I When tulips bloom in Union Aquare, And timid breaths of vernal air Go wandering down the dusty town, Like ...
Now in the oak the sap of life is welling, Tho' to the bough the rusty leafage clings; Now on ...
I Ah, who will tell me, in these leaden days, Why the sweet Spring delays, And where she hides, -- ...
G'way an' quit dat noise, Miss Lucy-- Put dat music book away; What's de use to keep on tryin'? Ef ...
When they come back -- if Blossoms do -- I always feel a doubt If Blossoms can be born again ...
The Robin's my Criterion for Tune -- Because I grow -- where Robins do -- But, were I Cuckoo born ...
Some Rainbow -- coming from the Fair! Some Vision of the World Cashmere -- I confidently see! Or else a ...
Not any sunny tone From any fervent zone Find entrance there -- Better a grave of Balm Toward human nature's ...
How dare the robins sing, When men and women hear Who since they went to their account Have settled with ...
Forever honored by the Tree Whose Apple Winterworn Enticed to Breakfast from the Sky Two Gabriels Yestermorn. They registered in ...
Dreams -- are well -- but Waking's better, If One wake at morn -- If One wake at Midnight -- ...
Because the Bee may blameless hum For Thee a Bee do I become List even unto Me. Because the Flowers ...
A Murmur in the Trees -- to note -- Not loud enough -- for Wind -- A Star -- not ...
Whose cheek is this? What rosy face Has lost a blush today? I found her -- "pleiad" -- in the ...
If I shouldn't be alive When the Robins come, Give the one in Red Cravat, A Memorial crumb. If I ...
I had a guinea golden -- I lost it in the sand -- And tho' the sum was simple And ...
We are the vagabonds of time, And rove the yellow autumn days, When all the roads are gray with rime ...
THE AUTOPSY OF TROUT FISHING IN AMERICA This is the autopsy of Trout Fishing in America as if Trout Fishing ...
Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind announces autumn, and the equinox rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon. ...
Rain and wind, and wind and rain. Will the Summer come again? Rain on houses, on the street, Wetting all ...
There will be rose and rhododendron When you are dead and under ground; Still will be heard from white syringas ...
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