An April Day (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
When the warm sun, that brings Seed-time and harvest, has returned again, 'T is sweet to visit the still wood, ...
When the warm sun, that brings Seed-time and harvest, has returned again, 'T is sweet to visit the still wood, ...
The stinging nettle only Will still be found to stand: The numberless, the lonely, The thronger of the land, The ...
THE bed of flowers Loosens amain, The beauteous snowdrops Droop o'er the plain. The crocus opens Its glowing bud, Like ...
Last night, as my dear babe lay dead, In agony I knelt and said: "0 God! what have I done, ...
Soothing his Passions with a warb'ling Sound, A Shepherd-Swain lay stretch'd upon the Ground; Whilst all were mov'd, who their ...
Thousand minstrels woke within me, "Our music's in the hills; "- Gayest pictures rose to win me, Leopard-colored rills. Up!-If ...
Give me truths, For I am weary of the surfaces, And die of inanition. If I knew Only the herbs ...
Old Deuteronomy's lived a long time; He's a Cat who has lived many lives in succession. He was famous in ...
In Ionia whence sprang old poets' fame, From whom that sea did first derive her name, The blessed bed whereon ...
Dim, as the borrow'd beams of moon and stars To lonely, weary, wand'ring travellers, Is reason to the soul; and ...
The Oriole sings in the greening grove As if he were half-way waiting, The rosebuds peep from their hoods of ...
I think the Hemlock likes to stand Upon a Marge of Snow -- It suits his own Austerity -- And ...
High dormers are rising So sharp and surprising, And ponticum edges The driveways of gravel; Stone houses from ledges Look ...
Hey, out there!â?"assistant professors, full, associates,â?"instructorsâ?"othersâ?"anyâ?" I have a sing to shay. We are assembled here in the capital city ...
BALKIS was in her marble town, And shadow over the world came down. Whiteness of walls, towers and piers, That ...
HAIL, Poesie! thou Nymph reserv'd! In chase o' thee, what crowds hae swerv'd Frae common sense, or sunk enerv'd 'Mang ...
Sure thou didst flourish once! and many springs, Many bright mornings, much dew, many showers, Pass'd o'er thy head; many ...
Fast, in its prison-walls of earth, Awaits the mould of baked clay. Up, comrades, up, and aid the birth The ...
Ne Rubeam, Pingui donatus Munere (Horace, Epistles II.i.267) While you, great patron of mankind, sustain The balanc'd world, and open ...
The word, defining, muzzles; the drawn line Ousts mistier peers and thrives, murderous, In establishments which imagined lines Can only ...
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...
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