Divina Commedia (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Oft have I seen at some cathedral door . A laborer, pausing in the dust and heat, . Lay down ...
Oft have I seen at some cathedral door . A laborer, pausing in the dust and heat, . Lay down ...
In the valley of the Pegnitz, where across broad meadow-lands Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands. Quaint ...
Yes, the Year is growing old, And his eye is pale and bleared! Death, with frosty hand and cold, Plucks ...
The men that fought at Minden, they was rookies in their time -- So was them that fought at Waterloo! ...
Ever let the Fancy roam, Pleasure never is at home: At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth, Like to bubbles when ...
It was the pleasant season yet, When the stones at cottage doors Dry quickly, while the roads are wet, After ...
This is the weather the cuckoo likes, And so do I; When showers betumble the chestnut spikes, And nestlings fly; ...
Under this loop of honeysuckle, A creeping, coloured caterpillar, I gnaw the fresh green hawthorn spray, I nibble it leaf ...
Here in turn succeed and rule Carter, smith, and village fool, Then again the place is known As tavern, shop, ...
The wild duck startles like a sudden thought, And heron slow as if it might be caught. The flopping crows ...
They are both old Boireann and her she wants to remain in the car hunched regarding the other through the ...
The vast and solemn company of clouds Around the Sun's death, lit, incarnadined, Cool into ashy wan; as Night enshrouds ...
Go, for they call you, shepherd, from the hill; Go, shepherd, and untie the wattled cotes! No longer leave thy ...
O LEAVE novels, 1 ye Mauchline belles, Ye're safer at your spinning-wheel; Such witching books are baited hooks For rakish ...
Dans le fond des forêts votre image me suit. RACINE There is a panther stalks me down: One day I'll ...
Through portico of my elegant house you stalk With your wild furies, disturbing garlands of fruit And the fabulous lutes ...
In ruck and quibble of courtfolk This giant hulked, I tell you, on her scene With hands like derricks, Looks ...
Among orange-tile rooftops and chimney pots the fen fog slips, gray as rats, while on spotted branch of the sycamore ...
For the seven lakes, and by no man these verses: Rain; empty river; a voyage, Fire from frozen cloud, heavy ...
The day is past and the toilers cease; The land grows dim 'mid the shadows grey, And hearts are glad, ...
In the spring of the year, in the spring of the year, I walked the road beside my dear. The ...
ALL day they loitered by the resting ships, Telling their beauties over, taking stock; At night the verdict left my ...
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