By The Seaside : The Fire Of Driftwood (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
We sat within the farm-house old, Whose windows, looking o'er the bay, Gave to the sea-breeze damp and cold, An easy entrance, night ...
We sat within the farm-house old, Whose windows, looking o'er the bay, Gave to the sea-breeze damp and cold, An easy entrance, night ...
THOUGH odours sweet o'er Paphian gales were flung,When mid thy shade the shrine of Venus stood,Italia's muse, more sweet, thy ...
The spring sun flashes a rapier thrust Through the dingy school-house pane,A shining scimitar, free from rust,That cuts the cloud of ...
Light of triumph in her eyes,Eleanor her apron ties;As she pushes back her sleeves,High resolve her bosom heaves.Hasten, cook! impel ...
I wandered lonely where the pine-trees madeAgainst the bitter East their barricade,And, guided by its sweetPerfume, I found, within a ...
THE sea-breeze beating on her brow,The foam asurge her shining feet,She stood,--a silver Victory,Poised high on some Athenian prow,Leading against ...
Bring the wine-cup, companions! and let it go round! At its bottom good humor and mirth will be found; Bring ...
The silver horn of the advancing tide Had ploughed its highest furrow in the sand, And was retiring. Noon, with ...
BLUE, the wreaths of smoke, like drooping bannersFrom the flaming battlements of sunsetHung suspended; and within his whareHipe, last of ...
TO DIONUSOS. I.Where art thou, Dionusos? On the hills Of some fair land afar, where sweet wine fills The clustered ...
DOST see by that rock, with its summit of snow,Which the frost-ribbed billows are mining below;'Twas there that one night,...to ...
Up cam the tide wi' a burst and a whush,And back gaed the stanes wi' a whurr;The king's son walkit ...
'TWAS down in Honolulu, Way off one night afar, The sea-breeze comin' cooler Across the coral bar, When Lulu's eyes ...
Мчались звезды. В море мылись мысы.Слепла соль. И слезы высыхали.Были темны спальни. Мчались мысли,И прислушивался сфинкс к Сахаре.Плыли свечи. И ...
Where the thistle lifts a purple crown Six foot out of the turf, And the harebell shakes on ...
HOW gently this evening the ripples breakOn the pebbles beneath the trees,With a music as low as the full leaves ...
Her nose is not the rigid Phidian line, From tip straight upward to the low-grown hair, A line too perfect, ...
Stars were racing; waves were washing headlands.Salt went blind, and tears were slowly drying.Darkened were the bedrooms; thoughts were racing,And ...
DEVEREUX FARM, NEAR MARBLEHEAD. We sat within the farm-house old, Whose windows, looking o'er the bay, Gave to the sea-breeze ...
Hark, I hear the bells of Westgate, I will tell you what they sigh, Where those minarets and steeples Prick ...
Where the thistle lifts a purple crown Six foot out of the turf, And the harebell shakes on the windy ...
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