Hiawatha’s Wedding-Feast (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis, How the handsome Yenadizze Danced at Hiawatha's wedding; How the gentle Chibiabos, He the sweetest ...
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis, How the handsome Yenadizze Danced at Hiawatha's wedding; How the gentle Chibiabos, He the sweetest ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
Good morrow to the day so fair; Good morning, sir, to you; Good morrow to mine own torn hair, Bedabbled ...
Here down this very way, Here only yesterday King Faun went leaping. He sang, with careless shout Hurling his name ...
Back from the line one night in June, I gave a dinner at Bethune- Seven courses, the most gorgeous meal ...
Strawberries that in gardens grow Are plump and juicy fine, But sweeter far as wise men know Spring from the ...
Why I thought the painters pants perfect for the picking the worn knees showing my cold skin below reaching down ...
Oh man! Nothing Mom and Dad were away; I had such big plans Four kinds of ice cream, scooped, melting ...
In full summer mode, already after but a day of it under their belts the girls sat in their lawn ...
Over the fence -- Strawberries -- grow -- Over the fence -- I could climb -- if I tried, I ...
The red berries wreak an awesome spell that some would dread; others, weak and soulless, must succumb, they treasure with ...
SANDBOX MINUS JOHN DILLINGER EQUALS WHAT? Often I return to the cover of Trout Fishing in America. I took the ...
On a little hill amid fertile fields lies a small cemetery, a Jewish cemetery behind a rusty gate, hidden by ...
Much like me, you make your way forward, Walking with downturned eyes. Well, I too kept mine lowered. Passer-by, stop ...
It seemed the kind of life we wanted. Wild strawberries and cream in the morning. Sunlight in every room. The ...
THE dago shovelman sits by the railroad track Eating a noon meal of bread and bologna. A train whirls by, ...
BAND concert public square Nebraska city. Flowing and circling dresses, summer-white dresses. Faces, flesh tints flung like sprays of cherry ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
Green arsenic smeared on an egg-white cloth, Crushed strawberries! Come, let us feast our eyes. (Ezra Pound)
Down, you mongrel, Death! Back into your kennel! I have stolen breath In a stalk of fennel! You shall scratch ...
I asked the old Negro, "What is that bird that sings so well?" He answered: "That is the Rachel-Jane." "Hasn't ...
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