Voices Of the Night (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
PRELUDE. Pleasant it was, when woods were green, And winds were soft and low, To lie amid some sylvan scene, ...
PRELUDE. Pleasant it was, when woods were green, And winds were soft and low, To lie amid some sylvan scene, ...
Pleasant it was, when woods were green, And winds were soft and low, To lie amid some sylvan scene. Where, ...
In this world, the Isle of Dreams, While we sit by sorrow's streams, Tears and terrors are our themes, Reciting: ...
Under a daisied bank There stands a rich red ruminating cow, And hard against her flank A cotton-hooded milkmaid bends ...
Moments, choices, paths taken And not taken For a purpose, a reason In their own season To learn, to grow ...
The Waste Land by T. S. Eliot "Nam Sibyllam quidem Cumis ego ipse oculis meis vidi in ampulla pendere, et ...
In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, ...
The look of thee, what is it like Hast thou a hand or Foot Or Mansion of Identity And what ...
A precious -- mouldering pleasure -- 'tis -- To meet an Antique Book -- In just the Dress his Century ...
But I am not yet dead and yet I rest my head sweetly on the bare gravestones of great poets, ...
Absorbed in familiar rhythms, carillon of senses steeped in good vibrations, surrounded by musical beat pulsing potently in avidly articulated ...
To Jesus, the crown of my hope, My soul is in haste to be gone; O bear me, ye cherubim, ...
Oh that those lips had language! Life has pass'd With me but roughly since I heard thee last. Those lips ...
Hark! 'tis the twanging horn! O'er yonder bridge, That with its wearisome but needful length Bestrides the wintry flood, in ...
England, with all thy faults, I love thee still-- My country! and, while yet a nook is left Where English ...
The First Voice HE trilled a carol fresh and free, He laughed aloud for very glee: There came a breeze ...
LEANDER. No more of Memphis and her mighty kings, Or Alexandria, where the Ptolomies. Taught golden commerce to unfurl her ...
Thou Power! who hast ruled me through Infancy's days, Young offspring of Fancy, 'tis time we should part; Then rise ...
WHAT needs this din about the town o' Lon'on, How this new play an' that new sang is comin? Why ...
For ever, since my childish looks Could rest on Nature's pictured books; For ever, since my childish tongue Could name ...
My swirling wants. Your frozen lips. The grammar turned and attacked me. Themes, written under duress. Emptiness of the notations. ...
Do you remember, O Delphic Apollo, The sunset hour by the river, when Mickey M'Grew Cried, "There's a ghost," and ...
When Faith and Love, which parted from thee never, Had ripened thy just soul to dwell with God, Meekly thou ...
I won the prize essay at school Here in the village, And published a novel before I was twenty-five. I ...
A rose of perfect red, embossed With silver sheens of crystal frost, Yet warm, nor life nor fragrance lost. High ...
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