The Golden Legend: Prologue & 1. (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
THE SPIRE OF STRASBURG CATHEDRAL.Night and storm. LUCIFER, with the Powers of theAir, trying to tear down the Cross. _Lucifer._ HASTEN! ...
THE SPIRE OF STRASBURG CATHEDRAL.Night and storm. LUCIFER, with the Powers of theAir, trying to tear down the Cross. _Lucifer._ HASTEN! ...
Yes, I got another Johnny; but he was to Number OneAs a Satyr to Hyperion, as a rushlight to a ...
Entrance and exit wounds are silvered clean,The track aches only when the rain reminds.The one-legged man forgets his leg of ...
From that warm height and pure, The peak undreamed of out of heavy air Rising to heaven more strange and rare;From that ...
If thou hast griefAnd passion vex the spirit that is in thee--There was a stony beachWhere the heat flickered and ...
a lyric elixir of deathembalmsthe spindle spirits of your hour glass loveson moon spun nightssetsicicled canopyfor corpses of poesywith roses ...
I will bring fire to thee.Euripides.-'Androm'.'Eiros'.Why do you call me Eiros?'Charmion'.So henceforward will you always be called. You must forget,too, ...
Scene--Sparta. The shade of Leonidas, brought by the ministers of Pluto from the Infernal Regions at the commencement ...
At the chill high tide of the night, At the turn of the fluctuant hours,When the waters of time ...
She ONLY to be twin elements of joy In this extravagance of Being, Love, Were our divided natures shaped in ...
Beautiful natural blossoms, Pure delicate body, You stand without trembling. Little mist of fallen starlight, Perfect, beyond my reach, How ...
1 O TO make the most jubilant poem! Even to set off these, and merge with these, the carols of ...
Inside this northern summer's fold The fields are full of naked gold, Broadcast from heaven on lands it loves; The ...
At the chill high tide of the night, At the turn of the fluctuant hours, When the waters of time ...
I I doubt if ten men in all Tilbury Town Had ever shaken hands with Captain Craig, Or called him ...
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