NUREMBERG (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
In the valley of the Pegnitz, where across broad meadow-lands Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands. Quaint ...
In the valley of the Pegnitz, where across broad meadow-lands Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands. Quaint ...
BOOK I Deep in the shady sadness of a vale Far sunken from the healthy breath of morn, Far from ...
We have a small sculpture of Henry James on our terrace in New York City. Nothing would surprise him. The ...
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods ...
Cool black night thru redwoods cars parked outside in shade behind the gate, stars dim above the ravine, a fire ...
A bit of nature's sculpture out in the northern woods a solitary beech leaf brown and curled around the stem ...
HOW cold is that bosom which folly once fired, How pale is that cheek where the rouge lately glisten'd; How ...
Now can you see the monument? It is of wood built somewhat like a box. No. Built like several boxes ...
At four o'clock in the gun-metal blue dark we hear the first crow of the first cock just below the ...
The city purrs, it hums along, the morning hardly risen. A well-dressed drunk smears her finger across a doorman's lips ...
STRAIT is the spot and green the sod From whence my sorrows flow; And soundly sleeps the ever dear Inhabitant ...
From noiseful arms, and acts of prowess done In tournament or tilt, Sir Percivale, Whom Arthur and his knighthood called ...
The speaker in this case is a middle-aged witch, me- tangled on my two great arms, my face in a ...
What can I do with this bayonet? Make a rose bush of it? Poke it into the moon? Shave my ...
I O THOU, that sit'st upon a throne, With harp of high majestic tone, To praise the King of kings; ...
Mud is Beauty in the making, Mud is melody awaking; Laughter, leafy whisperings, Butterflies with rainbow wings; Baby babble, lover's ...
Earth, Ocean, Air, belovèd brotherhood! If our great Mother has imbued my soul With aught of natural piety to feel ...
"Whether all towns and all who live in them- So long as they be somewhere in this world That we ...
'Tis hard to say, if greater Want of Skill Appear in Writing or in Judging ill, But, of the two, ...
For three years, out of key with his time, He strove to resuscitate the dead art Of poetry; to maintain ...
"Vocat aestus in umbram" Nemesianus Es. IV. E. P. Ode pour l'élection de son sépulchre For three years, out of ...
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