The Famine (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Oh the long and dreary Winter! Oh the cold and cruel Winter! Ever thicker, thicker, thicker Froze the ice on ...
Oh the long and dreary Winter! Oh the cold and cruel Winter! Ever thicker, thicker, thicker Froze the ice on ...
In his lodge beside a river, Close beside a frozen river, Sat an old man, sad and lonely. White his ...
From the outskirts of the town, Where of old the mile-stone stood, Now a stranger, looking down I behold the ...
There's no sense in going further -- it's the edge of cultivation," So they said, and I believed it -- ...
OH ye kindly nymphs, who dwell 'mongst the rocks and the thickets, Grant unto each whatsoe'er he may in silence ...
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Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter, And from the orchard a voice echoes and ...
There's a breathless hush on the freeway tonight Beyond the ledges of concrete restaurants fall into dreams with candlelight couples ...
In the night there are of course the seven wonders of the world and the greatness tragedy and enchantment. Forests ...
When April scatters charms of primrose gold Among the copper leaves in thickets old, And singing skylarks from the meadows ...
There were many who went in huddled procession, They knew not whither; But, at any rate, success or calamity Would ...
A youth in apparel that glittered Went to walk in a grim forest. There he met an assassin Attired all ...
And you love me I love you. You are, then, cold coward. Aye; but, beloved, When I strive to come ...
1 They that in play can do the thing they would, Having an instinct throned in reason's place, --And every ...
The summer morn is bright and fresh, the birds are darting by, As if they loved to breast the breeze ...
I am like, They tell me, my dear father. Broader brows Howbeit, upon a slenderer undergrowth Of delicate ...
In the long journey out of the self, There are many detours, washed-out interrupted raw places Where the shale slides ...
Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd, I said, Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead. The dog-star ...
No map traces the street Where those two sleepers are. We have lost track of it. They lie as if ...
Dans le fond des forêts votre image me suit. RACINE There is a panther stalks me down: One day I'll ...
I It was the Winter wilde, While the Heav'n-born-childe, All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies; Nature in aw ...
IT was the Winter wilde, While the Heav'n-born-childe, All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies; Nature in aw to ...
Yes, here I lie close to a stunted rose bush In a forgotten place near the fence Where the thickets ...
Do the boys and girls still go to Siever's For cider, after school, in late September? Or gather hazel nuts ...
A song of Enchantment I sang me there, In a green-green wood, by waters fair, Just as the words came ...
Far are the shades of Arabia, Where the Princes ride at noon, 'Mid the verdurous vales and thickets, Under the ...
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