Fata Morgana (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
O sweet illusions of song That tempt me everywhere, In the lonely fields, and the throng Of the crowded thoroughfare! ...
O sweet illusions of song That tempt me everywhere, In the lonely fields, and the throng Of the crowded thoroughfare! ...
A vision as of crowded city streets, With human life in endless overflow; Thunder of thoroughfares; trumpets that blow To ...
1 On my way home from school up tribal Providence Hill past the Academy ballpark where I could never hope ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
No Time To think, to plan, to dream, to be ready Reading slower as time goes on Words blur in ...
You have obey'd, you WINDS, that must fulfill The Great Disposer's righteous Will; Throughout the Land, unlimited you flew, Nor ...
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
THROUGH halls of vanished pleasure, And hold of vanished power, And crypt of faith forgotten, A came to Ludlow tower. ...
'Twas after dread Pultowa's day, When fortune left the royal Swede - Around a slaughtered army lay, No more to ...
High, on the Solitude of Alpine Hills, O'er-topping the grand imag'ry of Nature, Where one eternal winter seem'd to reign; ...
Beneath an old wall, that went round an old Castle, For many a year, with brown ivy o'erspread; A neat ...
WHAT miracle was it that made this grey Rathgar Seem holy earth, a leaping-place from star to star? I know ...
I. Where freezing wastes of dazzl'ing Snow O'er LEMAN'S Lake rose, tow'ring; The BARON GOLFRE'S Castle strong Was seen, the ...
"WHEN will my troubled soul have rest?" The beauteous LEWIN cried; As thro' the murky shade of night With frantic ...
WHEN AURORA'S soft blushes o'erspread the blue hill, And the mist dies away at the glances of morn; When the ...
In these deep solitudes and awful cells, Where heav'nly-pensive contemplation dwells, And ever-musing melancholy reigns; What means this tumult in ...
It is no night to drown in: A full moon, river lapsing Black beneath bland mirror-sheen, The blue water-mists dropping ...
Lo! Death has reared himself a throne In a strange city lying alone Far down within the dim West, Where ...
All ye tourists who wish to be away From the crowded city for a brief holiday; The town of Nairn ...
Perplexed and troubled at his bad success The Tempter stood, nor had what to reply, Discovered in his fraud, thrown ...
When you went, how was it you carried with you My missal book of fine, flamboyant hours? My book of ...
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