Hiawatha’s Childhood (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
Downward through the evening twilight, In the days that are forgotten, In the unremembered ages, From the full moon fell ...
Downward through the evening twilight, In the days that are forgotten, In the unremembered ages, From the full moon fell ...
(For Kenton) An iron hand has stilled the throats That throbbed with loud and rhythmic glee And dammed the flood ...
The line breaks and the guns go under, The lords and the lackeys ride the plain; I draw deep breaths ...
"Lord, being dark," I said, "I cannot bear The further touch of earth, the scented air; Lord, being dark, forewilled ...
She dried her tears and they did smile To see her cheeks' returning glow How little dreaming all the while ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
A Fragment of a Turkish Tale The tale which these disjointed fragments present, is founded upon circumstances now less common ...
BY QUEVEDO REDIVIVUS SUGGESTED BY THE COMPOSITION SO ENTITLED BY THE AUTHOR OF 'WAT TYLER' 'A Daniel come to judgment! ...
The cypress stood up like a church That night we felt our love would hold, And saintly moonlight seemed to ...
I. He was a Grecian lad, who coming home With pulpy figs and wine from Sicily Stood at his galley's ...
Too wearily had we and song Been left to look and left to long, Yea, song and we to long ...
In another time, a linen winding sheet would already have been drawn about her, the funeral drums by now would ...
So was their sanctuary violated, So their fair college turned to hospital; At first with all confusion: by and by ...
That day a fire was in my blood; I could have sung: joy wrapt me round; The men I met ...
Here in the inmost of the master's heart This violet crisp with early dew Has come to leave her beauty ...
In that fair capital where Pleasure, crowned Amidst her myriad courtiers, riots and rules, I too have been a suitor. ...
Come with me, I said, and no one knew where, or how my pain throbbed, no carnations or barcaroles for ...
PART ONE The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed ...
Prelude Blue storm-clouds in hot heavens of mid-July Hung heavy, brooding over land and sea: Our hearts, a-tremble, throbbed in ...
If haply thou, O Desdemona Morn, Shouldst call along the curving sphere, "Remain, Dear Night, sweet Moor; nay, leave me ...
"O Trade! O Trade! would thou wert dead! The Time needs heart -- 'tis tired of head: We're all for ...
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