Hiawatha And The Pearl-Feather (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
On the shores of Gitche Gumee, Of the shining Big-Sea-Water, Stood Nokomis, the old woman, Pointing with her finger westward, ...
On the shores of Gitche Gumee, Of the shining Big-Sea-Water, Stood Nokomis, the old woman, Pointing with her finger westward, ...
"Speak! speak I thou fearful guest Who, with thy hollow breast Still in rude armor drest, Comest to daunt me! ...
1 Let observation with extensive view, 2 Survey mankind, from China to Peru; 3 Remark each anxious toil, each eager ...
My senses ofttimes are oppress'd, Oft stagnant is my blood; But when by Christel's sight I'm blest, I feel my ...
Crossing the bridge, walking with the girls hot summer morning a whiff of memory the smell of the river far ...
Five years later, after countless loss, deep sacrifice, of those who answered the call we are still at war still ...
What does it mean to be in exile, when there is no foreign army no conquering horde coming over the ...
First storm of the year thickening sky, heavy air darkening below the blue weight on the limbs the leaves turned ...
Campsite set Late afternoon Late June Grab a friend Get the canoe Head up the brook The tributary Portage through ...
Field trip On the bus Down the road To see science The bog Sucked my leg Into the sphagnum Florescent ...
It was no place for the faithless, so I felt a little odd walking the marshland with my daughters, Canada ...
A stagnant pleasure like a Pool That lets its Rushes grow Until they heedless tumble in And make the Water ...
The sluggish clouds hang low upon the town, And from yon lamp in chilled and sodden rays The feeble light ...
He, who was born in stagnant year Does not remember own way. We, kids of Russia's years of fear, Remember ...
SHE will not sleep, for fear of dreams, But, rising, quits her restless bed, And walks where some beclouded beams ...
BUT two miles more, and then we rest ! Well, there is still an hour of day, And long the ...
(A Virginia Legend.) The Planting of the Hemp. Captain Hawk scourged clean the seas (Black is the gap below the ...
I My hair is gray, but not with years, Nor grew it white In a single night, As men's have ...
I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguished, and the stars Did wander ...
In slack times visit I the violent dead and pick their awful brains. Most seem to feel nothing is secret ...
I. How well I know what I mean to do When the long dark autumn-evenings come: And where, my soul, ...
Now, when the moon slid under the cloud And the cold clear dark of starlight fell, He heard in his ...
I know you are reading this poem late, before leaving your office of the one intense yellow lamp-spot and the ...
It is a land with neither night nor day, Nor heat nor cold, nor any wind, nor rain, Nor hills ...
To Jena Woodhouse This way of minutes miserably mixed With their own blinks misunderstood By birds and trees, this eye-born ...
Today your things depart. Your faience cup fell off the table at sunrise and cracked. Your old grey dog did ...
I dwelt alone In a world of moan, And my soul was a stagnant tide, Till the fair and gentle ...
I Blow across the stagnant world, I blow across the sea, For me, the sailor's flag unfurled, For me, the ...
Aye, but she? Your other sister and my other soul Grave Silence, lovelier Than the three loveliest maidens, what of ...
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