The Village Blacksmith (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Under a spreading chestnut-tree The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; ...
Under a spreading chestnut-tree The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; ...
Young Ben he was a nice young man, A carpenter by trade; And he fell in love with Sally Brown, ...
LXI The vane on Hughley steeple Veers bright, a far-known sign, And there lie Hughley people, And there lie friends ...
'My father still reads the dictionary every day. He says your life depends on your power to master words.' Arthur ...
Oh, there are times When all this fret and tumult that we hear Do seem more stale than to the ...
SEXTON! Martha's dead and gone; Toll the bell! toll the bell! Her weary hands their labor cease; Good night, poor ...
"No--not where I shall make my own; But dig his grave just by The woman's with the initialed stone - ...
WITHIN a town where parity According to old form we see,-- That is to say, where Catholic And Protestant no ...
Little thinks, in the field, yon red-cloaked clown, Of thee, from the hill-top looking down; And the heifer, that lows ...
The first and last time I met my ex-lover Anne Sexton was at a protest poetry reading against some anti-constitutional ...
Sexton! My Master's sleeping here. Pray lead me to his bed! I came to build the Bird's nest, And sow ...
Some keep the Sabbath going to Church -- I keep it, staying at Home -- With a Bobolink for a ...
I cannot live with You -- It would be Life -- And Life is over there -- Behind the Shelf ...
THE worm, the rich worm, has a noble domain In the field that is stored with its millions of slain ...
Before the Roman came to Rye or out to Severn strode, The rolling English drunkard made the rolling English road. ...
THE PROLOGUE. The Sompnour in his stirrups high he stood, Upon this Friar his hearte was so wood,* *furious That ...
I gazed upon the glorious sky And the green mountains round, And thought that when I came to lie At ...
I stood beside the grave of him who blazed The comet of a season, and I saw The humblest of ...
FAME. See, as the prettiest graves will do in time, Our poet's wants the freshness of its prime; Spite of ...
Because he was a butcher and thereby Did earn an honest living (and did right), I would not have you ...
Who are these people at the bridge to meet me? They are the villagers---- The rector, the midwife, the sexton, ...
Samuel is forever talking of his elm -- But I did not need to die to learn about roots: I, ...
Down, you mongrel, Death! Back into your kennel! I have stolen breath In a stalk of fennel! You shall scratch ...
for Jim Cummins In Iowa, Jim dreamed that Della Street was Anne Sexton's twin. Dave drew a comic strip called ...
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