Tegner’s Drapa (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
Heard a voice, that cried, "Balder the Beautiful Is dead, is dead!" And through the misty air Passed like the ...
Heard a voice, that cried, "Balder the Beautiful Is dead, is dead!" And through the misty air Passed like the ...
In those days the Evil Spirits, All the Manitos of mischief, Fearing Hiawatha's wisdom, And his love for Chibiabos, Jealous ...
Why didst thou carve thy speech laboriously, And match and blend thy words with curious art? For Song, one saith, ...
(For Aline) Now by what whim of wanton chance Do radiant eyes know sombre days? And feet that shod in ...
The white moth to the closing bine, The bee to the opened clover, And the gipsy blood to the gipsy ...
upon the Unemployed Tom-garlanded with squat and surly steel Tom; then Tom's fallowbootfellow piles pick By him and rips out ...
The world is charged with the grandeur of God. It will flame out, like shining from shook foil; It gathers ...
To Jenny came a gentle youth From inland leazes lone; His love was fresh as apple-blooth By Parrett, Yeo, or ...
The world is charged with the grandeur of God. It will flame out, like shining from shook foil; It gathers ...
With short, sharp violent lights made vivid, To the southward far as the sight can roam, Only the swirl of ...
Venus, when her son was lost, Cried him up and down the coast, In hamlets, palaces, and parks, And told ...
You cannot make Remembrance grow When it has lost its Root -- The tightening the Soil around And setting it ...
His Feet are shod with Gauze -- His Helmet, is of Gold, His Breast, a Single Onyx With Chrysophrase, inlaid. ...
Glass was the Street -- in tinsel Peril Tree and Traveller stood -- Filled was the Air with merry venture ...
Thrill with lissome lust of the light, O man ! My man ! Come careering out of the night Of ...
Thrill with lissome lust of the light, O man ! My man ! Come careering out of the night Of ...
THE PROLOGUE. When that the Knight had thus his tale told In all the rout was neither young nor old, ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
CARRYING bouquet, and handkerchief, and gloves, Proud of her height as when she lived, she moves With all the careless ...
HEAR, Land o' Cakes, and brither Scots, Frae Maidenkirk to Johnie Groat's;- If there's a hole in a' your coats, ...
WITH Pegasus upon a day, Apollo, weary flying, Through frosty hills the journey lay, On foot the way was plying. ...
I rose up at the dawn of day-- `Get thee away! get thee away! Pray'st thou for riches? Away! away! ...
Of course they say if this Bobadil starts He'll settle 'em all in a flash: For the pace he can ...
It fell in the year of Mutiny, At darkest of the night, John Nicholson by Jal?ndhar came, On his way ...
Within this sober Frame expect Work of no Forrain Architect; That unto Caves the Quarries drew, And Forrests did to ...
After two sittings, now our Lady State To end her picture does the third time wait. But ere thou fall'st ...
I hear the halting footsteps of a lass In Negro Harlem when the night lets fall Its veil. I see ...
A chant to which it is intended a group of children shall dance and improvise pantomime led by their dancing-teacher. ...
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