Hiawatha And The Pearl-Feather (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
On the shores of Gitche Gumee, Of the shining Big-Sea-Water, Stood Nokomis, the old woman, Pointing with her finger westward, ...
On the shores of Gitche Gumee, Of the shining Big-Sea-Water, Stood Nokomis, the old woman, Pointing with her finger westward, ...
Can it be the sun descending O'er the level plain of water? Or the Red Swan floating, flying, Wounded by ...
Out of childhood into manhood Now had grown my Hiawatha, Skilled in all the craft of hunters, Learned in all ...
By the shore of Gitche Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, At the doorway of his wigwam, In the pleasant Summer ...
In the market-place of Bruges stands the belfry old and brown; Thrice consumed and thrice rebuilded, still it watches o'er ...
How beautiful is the rain! After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, ...
I love the evenings, passionless and fair, I love the evens, Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden fulgence leavens, ...
As though it were reluctant to be day, .......Morning deploys a scale .......Of rarities in gray, And winter settles down ...
Like gloved hands at the summer cotillion so were the petals of the sun touching her face, oh so delicately, ...
Sitting still, quiet, alone, in the living room of my boyhood alone with my thoughts after the Christmas day watching ...
In front of the temple of Chu-ko Liang there is an old cypress. Its branches are like green bronze; its ...
I met a lady from the South who said (You won't believe she said it, but she said it): "None ...
So like a flower and a current of air the flow of water fleeting shadows the smile glimpsed at midnight ...
A hush is over all the teeming lists, And there is pause, a breath-space in the strife; A spirit brave ...
So, so, break off this last lamenting kiss, Which sucks two souls, and vapors both away, Turn thou ghost that ...
Oh do not die, for I shall hate All women so, when thou art gone, That thee I shall not ...
I am: yet what I am none cares or knows My friends forsake me like a memory lost, I am ...
When, by decree of the supreme power, The Poet appears in this annoyed world, His mother, blasphemous out of horror ...
The First Epistle Awake, my ST. JOHN!(1) leave all meaner things To low ambition, and the pride of Kings. Let ...
Part 1 WHAT dire Offence from am'rous Causes springs, What mighty Contests rise from trivial Things, I sing -- This ...
Old man, you surface seldom. Then you come in with the tide's coming When seas wash cold, foam- Capped: white ...
Oft seems the Time a market-town Where many merchant-spirits meet Who up and down and up and down Cry out ...
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