Hiawatha’s Sailing (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
"Give me of your bark, O Birch-tree! Of your yellow bark, O Birch-tree! Growing by the rushing river, Tall and ...
"Give me of your bark, O Birch-tree! Of your yellow bark, O Birch-tree! Growing by the rushing river, Tall and ...
I made sackcloth also my garment; and I became a proverb to them. They that sit in the gate speak ...
Tim Turpin he was gravel-blind, And ne'er had seen the skies : For Nature, when his head was made, Forgot ...
O do not use me After my sins! look not on my dessert, But on your glory! Then you will ...
Fine living . . . a la carte? Come to the Waldorf-Astoria! LISTEN HUNGRY ONES! Look! See what Vanity Fair ...
the policeman on the streets found christmas in a box tipped it down a manhole it wasn't wearing socks a ...
A CLOISTERED nun had a lover Dwelling in the neighb'ring town; Both racked their brains to discover How they best ...
The monster has escaped from the dungeon where he was kept by the Baron, who made him with knobs sticking ...
The Baron has decided to mate the monster, to breed him perhaps, in the interests of pure science, his only ...
A Spider sewed at Night Without a Light Upon an Arc of White. If Ruff it was of Dame Or ...
Doors were left open in heaven again: drafts wheeze, clouds wrap their ripped pages around roofs and trees. Like wet ...
Never any more, While I live, Need I hope to see his face As before. Once his love grown chill, ...
The sun rose like a tarnished looking-glass to catch the sun and flash His hot message at the missionaries below-- ...
Imagining you'd come to say goodbye, I made a doll of raffia and string. I gave her thatch hair, and ...
I have got out of my own control, I have fallen into unconsciousness; in my utter unconsciousness how joyful I ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
The first ones were attached to my dress at the waist, one on either side, right at the point where ...
No more of talk where God or Angel guest With Man, as with his friend, familiar us'd, To sit indulgent, ...
"I've been where it hurts." the Kid He becomes Sierra Kid I passed Slimgullion, Morgan Mine, Camp Seco, and the ...
Too soon you wearied of our tears. And then you danced with spangled feet, Leading Belshazzar's chattering court A-tinkling through ...
A Story of Christmas Eve. Strange that the termagant winds should scold The Christmas Eve so bitterly! But Wife, and ...
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