Thanksgiving (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
When first in ancient time, from Jubal's tongueThe tuneful anthem filled the morning air,To sacred hymnings and elysian songHis music-breathing ...
When first in ancient time, from Jubal's tongueThe tuneful anthem filled the morning air,To sacred hymnings and elysian songHis music-breathing ...
Away from the city, away from the crowd, Two comrades in sorrow traversed hill and dale; The gloom of their hearts did ...
Bees may be trusted, always,to discover the best, nay, the onlyhuman, solution. Let me citean instance; an event, that,though occurring ...
Were it that you so shun me, 'cause you wish(Cruels't) a fellow in your wretchednesse,Or that you take some small ...
Small type of great ones, that do humWithin this whole world's narrow room,That with a busie hollow noiseCatch at the ...
Sleep sleep old Sun, thou canst not have repast As yet, the wound thou took'st on friday last; Sleep then, ...
"Now who shall say he loves me not."He wooed her first in an atmosphere Of tender and low-breathed sighs;But the pang ...
No need of stone to mark the place Where buried lie the glorious dead.Our hearts their sepulcher doth graceAnd in our ...
The west builds high a sepulcherOf cloudy granite and of gold,Where twilight's priestly hours interThe Day like some great king ...
AN APOSTROPHE TO THE MOON.O, silvery moon, fair mistress of the night,Thou mellow, ever vaccilating orb,How many eons of unmeasured ...
Guy journeyes towards that sanctifyed groundWhereas the Jewes fayre citye sometime stood,Wherin our Saviours sacred head was crownd,And where for ...
Dear songs of my country! How sweetly thy measures Come stealthily stealing o'er mountain and wave, To sweeten the ...
Dead they left Him in the tombAnd the impenetrable gloom,Rolled the great stone to the door,Dead, they thought, forevermore.Then came ...
Knowing the weariness of dreams, and days, and nights,The great and grievous vanity of joy and pain;Frail loves that pass, ...
Where's the lamp that Hero lit Once to call Leander home? Equal Time hath shovelled it 'Neath the wrack of ...
Bees may be trusted, always, to discover the best, nay, the only human, solution. Let me cite an instance; an ...
One night one night all full of murmurings, of perfumes and music of wings; one night in which fantastic fireflies ...
First Ghost To sepulcher my mouldy bones I bough a pile of noble stones, And half a year a sculptor ...
That some day, emerging at last from the terrifying vision I may burst into jubilant praise to assenting angels! That ...
Decked in blooms, Swaddled in gold filigreed shrouds, Smeared with perfumes, She traveled into the clouds. A life of love ...
What needs my Shakespear for his honour'd Bones, The labour of an age in piled Stones, Or that his hallow'd ...
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