WALTER VON DER VOGELWEID (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Vogelweid the Minnesinger, When he left this world of ours, Laid his body in the cloister, Under Wurtzburg's minster towers. ...
Vogelweid the Minnesinger, When he left this world of ours, Laid his body in the cloister, Under Wurtzburg's minster towers. ...
I saw, as in a dream sublime, The balance in the hand of Time. O'er East and West its beam ...
Southampton Docks: October 1899 Here, where Vespasian's legions struck the sands, And Cendric with the Saxons entered in, And Henry's ...
Sea waves are green and wet, But up from where they die, Rise others vaster yet, And those are brown ...
Oh, may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their ...
The Frost was never seen -- If met, too rapid passed, Or in too unsubstantial Team -- The Flowers notice ...
That first Day, when you praised Me, Sweet, And said that I was strong -- And could be mighty, if ...
Of Bronze -- and Blaze -- The North -- Tonight -- So adequate -- it forms -- So preconcerted with ...
I could not prove the Years had feet -- Yet confident they run Am I, from symptoms that are past ...
Come show thy Durham Breast To her who loves thee best, Delicious Robin -- And if it be not me ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
'Ithin the woodlands, flow'ry gleaded, By the woak tree's mossy moot, The sheenen grass-bleades, timber-sheaded, Now do quiver under voot; ...
'Ithin the woodlands, flow'ry gleaded, By the woak tree's mossy moot, The sheenen grass-bleades, timber-sheaded, Now do quiver under voot; ...
The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that ...
for Brenda Williams The dawn cracked with ice, with fire grumbling in the grate, With ire in the homes we ...
Strong Son of God, immortal Love, Whom we, that have not seen thy face, By faith, and faith alone, embrace, ...
So Eden was deserted, and at eve Into the quiet place God came to grieve. His face was sad, His ...
I Flat as a drum-head stretch the haggard snows; The mighty skies are palisades of light; The stars are blurred; ...
What links are ours with orbs that are So resolutely far: The solitary asks, and they Give radiance as from ...
Had we but World enough, and Time, This coyness Lady were no crime. We would sit down, and think which ...
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