Seaweed (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
When descends on the Atlantic The gigantic Storm-wind of the equinox, Landword in his wrath he scourges The toiling surges, ...
When descends on the Atlantic The gigantic Storm-wind of the equinox, Landword in his wrath he scourges The toiling surges, ...
"Build me straight, O worthy Master! Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster, And with ...
It was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea; And the skipper had taken his little daughter, To bear ...
I When I considered it too closely, when I wore it like an element and smelt it like water, Life ...
At the high tide mark at the place between the tides small shells, small stones beach glass made smooth in ...
The dance of the pipers, the plovers at the surf, the edge of the sea ever racing at the surf ...
A foggy day on the ocean, my feet in the warm surf, feeling the water lapping, the movement of the ...
Hidden amid the rocks, the shells under the seaweeds, the driftwood sitting proudly on the sand Clear, green, brown, or ...
The sunset shouted the other night the glory of God the lilies of the valley whispered this morning the glory ...
Down by the water's edge in the space between the tides tiny little roads for one the furrowed rows meandering ...
Freshly tilled soil, rot on the forest floor chocolate bubbling on the stove Gardenias, violets, garlic breath Sulphur of the ...
Long long I lay in the sands Sounds of trains in the surf in subways of the sea And an ...
WHEN Mr. Apollinax visited the United States His laughter tinkled among the teacups. I thought of Fragilion, that shy figure ...
Long long ago I went through the castle of leaves Yellowing slowly in the moss And far away barnacles clung ...
What sort of arrow split the sky and this rock? It's quivering, spreading like a peacock's fan Like the mist ...
The glory of ships is an old, old song, since the days when the sea-rovers ran In their open boats ...
Every time I laugh aloud, who springs to mind but Johnnie Howard? Cathartic laughter eases stress which Johnnie causes in ...
Absorbed in familiar rhythms, carillon of senses steeped in good vibrations, surrounded by musical beat pulsing potently in avidly articulated ...
There is fog upon the river, there is mirk upon the town; You can hear the groping ferries as they ...
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 is a section in my library for death and another for Irish history, a few shelves for the poetry ...
I can scare children as the Victorians aimed to do even on an August beach tell a fairy tale one ...
Those moments, tasted once and never done, Of long surf breaking in the mid-day sun. A far-off blow-hole booming like ...
I know it's a bad title but I'm giving it to myself as a gift on a day nearly canceled ...
When I am living in the Midlands That are sodden and unkind, I light my lamp in the evening: My ...
When I am living in the Midlands That are sodden and unkind, I light my lamp in the evening: My ...
ADVERTISEMENT "The grand army of the Turks, (in 1715), under the Prime Vizier, to open to themselves a way into ...
The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And ...
So I said I am Ezra and the wind whipped my throat gaming for the sounds of my voice I ...
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