The Golden Legend: VI. The School Of Salerno (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
A traveling Scholastic affixing his Theses to the gateof the College._Scholastic._ There, that is my gauntlet, my banner, my shield,Hung ...
A traveling Scholastic affixing his Theses to the gateof the College._Scholastic._ There, that is my gauntlet, my banner, my shield,Hung ...
_Year 13--._ Barbican, bartizan, battlement, With the Abergavenny mountains blent, Look, from the Raglan tower of Gwent, My lord Hugh Clifford's ancient home Shows, clear ...
ONCE on a time, as hist'ry's page relates,A lord, possessed of many large estates,Was angry with a poor and humble ...
They took dead Cromwell from his grave, And stuck his head on high;The Merry Monarch and his men, They laughed as they ...
Down in history we find it and in grandest works of art,How the men on fields of battle play so ...
If within the cruel Southland you have chanced to take a ride,You the Jim Crow cars have noticed, how they ...
The other day I chanced to meetAn angry man upon the street -A man of wrath, a man of war,A ...
When I'm out among the fellows, with the work to hold my mind,Then there's heaps of joy in livin' an' ...
YANKEE packet's down the water --Blow, my bully boys, blow;Third mate loved the skipper's daughter -- Blow, my bully boys, ...
Through throats where many rivers meet, the curlews cry,Under the conceiving moon, on the high chalk hill,And there this night ...
Bright plates and pannikinsTo sail the seas around,And a new donkey's breakfastFor the outward bound! Shanghaied in San FranciscoWe brought ...
(For Warren Winslow, Dead At Sea) Let man have dominion over the fishes of the sea and the fowls of ...
Tired from the work spreading the good news asleep in his arms in the embrace of the father Christ sleeping ...
To drive Paul out of any lumber camp All that was needed was to say to him, "How is the ...
As Parmigianino did it, the right hand Bigger than the head, thrust at the viewer And swerving easily away, as ...
And I solemnly swear on the chill of secrecy that I know you not, this room never, the swollen dress ...
Leaning into the afternoons, I cast my sad nets towards your oceanic eyes. There, in the highest blaze my solitude ...
A Poem upon the Death of His Late Highness the Lord Protector That Providence which had so long the care ...
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