TO AN OLD DANISH SONG-BOOK (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Welcome, my old friend, Welcome to a foreign fireside, While the sullen gales of autumn Shake the windows. The ungrateful ...
Welcome, my old friend, Welcome to a foreign fireside, While the sullen gales of autumn Shake the windows. The ungrateful ...
August First: it was a year ago we drove down from St.-Guilhem-le-Désert to open the house in St. Guiraud rented ...
Gasholders, russet among fields. Milldams, marlpools that lay unstirring. Eel-swarms. Coagulations of frogs: once, with branches and half-bricks, he battered ...
Tell me not here, it needs not saying, What tune the enchantress plays In aftermaths of soft September Or under ...
TO THE HONOURED MR ENDYMION PORTER, GROOM OF THE BED-CHAMBER TO HIS MAJESTY Sweet country life, to such unknown, Whose ...
No news of navies burnt at seas; No noise of late spawn'd tittyries; No closet plot or open vent, That ...
Not to sleep all the night long, for pure joy, Counting no sheep and careless of chimes Welcoming the dawn ...
HOW weak is man! how changeable his mind! His promises are naught, too oft we find; I vowed (I hope ...
My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree Toward heaven still, And there's a barrel that I didn't fill Beside ...
AUGUST 17, 1914 The gabled roofs of old Malines Are russet red and gray and green, And o'er them in ...
I have had enough. I gasp for breath. Every way ends, every road, every foot-path leads at last to the ...
As the sweet sweat of roses in a still, As that which from chafed musk-cats' pores doth trill, As the ...
Their Barricade against the Sky The martial Trees withdraw And with a Flag at every turn Their Armies are no ...
Revolution is the Pod Systems rattle from When the Winds of Will are stirred Excellent is Bloom But except its ...
Make me a picture of the sun -- So I can hang it in my room -- And make believe ...
We were water babes, born in the arms of a sparkling brook that patiently took us into its heart. At ...
I The rutted roads are all like iron; skies Are keen and brilliant; only the oak-leaves cling In the bare ...
Here lies, whom hound did ne'er pursue, Nor swiftewd greyhound follow, Whose foot ne'er tainted morning dew, Nor ear heard ...
Up this green woodland-ride let's softly rove, And list the nightingale- she dwells just here. Hush ! let the wood-gate ...
On Lolham Brigs in wild and lonely mood I've seen the winter floods their gambols play Through each old arch ...
When beechen buds begin to swell, And woods the blue-bird's warble know, The yellow violet's modest bell Peeps from last-year's ...
Yet one smile more, departing, distant sun! One mellow smile through the soft vapoury air, Ere, o'er the frozen earth, ...
I've come to give you fruit from out my orchard, Of wide report. I have trees there that bear me ...
WHITE maiden with the russet hair, Whose garments, through their holes, declare That poverty is part of you, And beauty ...
THOU whom chance may hither lead, Be thou clad in russet weed, Be thou deckt in silken stole, Grave these ...
DEAR SMITH, the slee'st, pawkie thief, That e'er attempted stealth or rief! Ye surely hae some warlock-brief Owre human hearts; ...
Good-bye, good-bye to Summer! For Summer's nearly done; The garden smiling faintly, Cool breezes in the sun; Our Thrushes now ...
THOU whom chance may hither lead, Be thou clad in russet weed, Be thou deckt in silken stole, Grave these ...
THERE was five Carlins in the South, They fell upon a scheme, To send a lad to London town, To ...
Thee the ancientest peer, Duke of Burgundy, rose from the monarch's right hand, red as wines From his mountains; an ...
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