The Song Of Hiawatha VII: Hiawatha’s Sailing (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
"Give me of your bark, O Birch-tree!Of your yellow bark, O Birch-tree!Growing by the rushing river,Tall and stately in the ...
"Give me of your bark, O Birch-tree!Of your yellow bark, O Birch-tree!Growing by the rushing river,Tall and stately in the ...
The swift red flesh, a winter king-Who squired the glacier woman down the sky?She ran the neighing canyons all the ...
Do you know the town Pembroke so loyal and longAnd so worthy the praise of a poet in song?Nestled down ...
1.He came in silvern armour, trimmed with black—A lover come from legends long ago—With silver spurs and silken plumes a-blow,And ...
A BALL of fire shoots through the tamarackIn scarlet splendor, on voluptuous wings;Delirious joy the pyrotechnist brings,Who marks for us ...
There is something providentIn a buckling firmamentThat raises in a rocky captionGoing-To-The-Sun's red bastion:Silt of terrace, soil of plainThere is ...
For surfeit of the civilized, Silence atones,A soughing wind in tamarack, Stones;With nothing but a burro train, Stars for a goalAnd monolith for ...
Through Goshen Hollow, where hemlocks grow, Where rushing rills, with flash and flow, Are over the rough rocks falling; Where ...
The moon shears up on Tahoe now: A panther leaps to a tamarack bough. She crouches, hugging the crooked limb: ...
"Give me of your bark, O Birch-tree! Of your yellow bark, O Birch-tree! Growing by the rushing river, Tall and ...
To drive Paul out of any lumber camp All that was needed was to say to him, "How is the ...
Heed me, feed me, I am hungry, I am red-tongued with desire; Boughs of balsam, slabs of cedar, gummy fagots ...
POLAND, France, Judea ran in her veins, Singing to Paris for bread, singing to Gotham in a fizz at the ...
THE WISHES on this child's mouth Came like snow on marsh cranberries; The tamarack kept something for her; The wind ...
Far back when I went zig-zagging through tamarack pastures you were my genius, you my cast-iron Viking, my helmed lion-heart ...
Down from the purple mist of trees on the mountain, lurching through forests of white spruce and cedar, stumbling through ...
When I got to his marker, I sat on it, like sitting on the edge of someone's bed and I ...
So here the great man stood, fermenting malice and poems we have to be nearly as fierce against ourselves as ...
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