The Poet’s Calendar (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
January Janus am I; oldest of potentates; Forward I look, and backward, and below I count, as god of avenues ...
January Janus am I; oldest of potentates; Forward I look, and backward, and below I count, as god of avenues ...
"The Village That Voted the Earth Was Flat"-- A Diversity of Creatures The Soldier may forget his Sword, The Sailorman ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
Thee, God, I come from, to thee go, All day long I like fountain flow From thy hand out, swayed ...
How lovely the elder brother's Life all laced in the other's, Lóve-laced!-what once I well Witnessed; so fortune fell. When ...
"The quay recedes. Hurrah! Ahead we go! . . . It's true I've been accustomed now to home, And joints ...
I need not go Through sleet and snow To where I know She waits for me; She will wait me ...
So much of memory in the senses triggered both happy times and times that shake our souls Reminders in the ...
I can remember a night a hushed quiet night when I sat and melted in the alabaster air bleed from ...
Hot water soaks into her tense body Bouquet of flower, scented candles and a glass of chardonnay Water licks the ...
Little Miss Brag has much to say To the rich little lady from over the way And the rich little ...
Wordsworth, thy music like a river rolls Among the mountains, and thy song is fed By living springs far up ...
You awaken this time with a welcoming smile, an experience sublime, not a dream - the boner from Hell has ...
Every time I laugh aloud, who springs to mind but Johnnie Howard? Cathartic laughter eases stress which Johnnie causes in ...
Don't talk to me of War or stalk the ground our fabled soldiers died upon, I'm sound of limb and ...
You may have heard a dumb-ass claim that Katrina, a hurricane, is to blame for current stress upon our fiscal ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
THERE are some powerful odours that can pass Out of the stoppard flagon; even glass To them is porous. Oft ...
Karshish, the picker-up of learning's crumbs, The not-incurious in God's handiwork (This man's-flesh he hath admirably made, Blown like a ...
I This is the sunburnt bushman who Came down from Goondiwindi, Q. II This is the Push from Waterloo That ...
"Am I, at bottom, that fervent little Spanish Catholic child who chastised herself for loving toys, who forbade herself the ...
He rides away with sword and spur, Garbed in his warlike blazonry, With gallant glance and smile for her Upon ...
To-day the woods are trembling through and through With shimmering forms, that flash before my view, Then melt in green ...
In the heart of the Hills of Life, I know Two springs that with unbroken flow Forever pour their lucent ...
My soul is like the oar that momently Dies in a desperate stress beneath the wave, Then glitters out again ...
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