THE SLAVE’S DREAM (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
Beside the ungathered rice he lay, His sickle in his hand; His breast was bare, his matted hair Was buried ...
Beside the ungathered rice he lay, His sickle in his hand; His breast was bare, his matted hair Was buried ...
TEll me thou safest End of all our Woe, Why wreched Mortals do avoid thee so: Thou gentle drier o'th' ...
TOSSING his mane of snows in wildest eddies and tangles, Lion-like March cometh in, hoarse, with tempestuous breath, Through all ...
If as the winds and waters here below Do fly and flow, My sighs and tears as busy were above; ...
A sweet disorder in the dress Kindles in clothes a wantonness: A lawn about the shoulders thrown Into a fine ...
A sweet disorder in the dress Kindles in clothes a wantonness; A lawn about the shoulders thrown Into a fine ...
I Jesús, Estrella, Esperanza, Mercy: Sails flashing to the wind like weapons, sharks following the moans the fever and the ...
THE DOUBTERS. YE love, and sonnets write! Fate's strange behest! The heart, its hidden meaning to declare, Must seek for ...
YESTERDAY brown was still thy head, as the locks of my loved one, Whose sweet image so dear silently beckons ...
A Gentleman, most wretched in his Lot, A wrangling and reproving Wife had got, Who, tho' she curb'd his Pleasures, ...
FEBRUARY, 1917 I never thought again to hear The Oxford thrushes singing clear, Amid the February rain, Their sweet, indomitable ...
Indeed. These jagged crevasses of the psyche are treacherous, gray. Extending two hundred plus days in every direction; an ominous ...
I There was an ancient City, stricken down With a strange frenzy, and for many a day They paced from ...
"O day! he cannot die When thou so fair art shining! O Sun, in such a glorious sky, So tranquilly ...
New England. 1 Alas, dear Mother, fairest Queen and best, 2 With honour, wealth, and peace happy and blest, 3 ...
Look, how those steep woods on the mountain's face Burn, burn against the sunset; now the cold Invades our very ...
How changed is here each spot man makes or fills! In the two Hinkseys nothing keeps the same; The village ...
What means my name to you?...T'will die As does the melancholy murmur Of distant waves or, of a summer, The ...
Annie Marshall was a foundling, and lived in Downderry, And was trained up by a coast-guardsman, kind-hearted and merry And ...
As the night was beginning to close in one rough September day In the year of 1838, a steamer passed ...
Friends of humanity, of high and low degree, I pray ye all come listen to me; And truly I will ...
Ye landsmen all attend my verse, and I'll tell to ye a tale Concerning the barque "Wm. Paterson" that was ...
'Twas in the year of 1886, and on the 29th of November, Which the surviving crew of the "Samuel Crawford" ...
All night the dreadless Angel, unpursued, Through Heaven's wide champain held his way; till Morn, Waked by the circling Hours, ...
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...
Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste Brought death into the World, and ...
Prelude Blue storm-clouds in hot heavens of mid-July Hung heavy, brooding over land and sea: Our hearts, a-tremble, throbbed in ...
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