The Three Kings (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Three Kings came riding from far away, Melchior and Gaspar and Baltasar; Three Wise Men out of the East were ...
Three Kings came riding from far away, Melchior and Gaspar and Baltasar; Three Wise Men out of the East were ...
1902 When the darkened Fifties dip to the North, And frost and the fog divide the air, And the day ...
Hear now the Song of the Dead -- in the North by the torn berg-edges -- They that look still ...
Oh, light was the world that he weighed in his hands! Oh, heavy the tale of his fiefs and his ...
I know not in Whose hands are laid To empty upon earth From unsuspected ambuscade The very Urns of Mirth; ...
Until thy feet have trod the Road Advise not wayside folk, Nor till thy back has borne the Load Break ...
Unto one who lies at rest 'Neath the sunset, in the West, Clover-blossoms on her breast. Lover of each gracious ...
O suns and skies and clouds of June, And flowers of June together, Ye cannot rival for one hour October's ...
Once upon a time there was a person He was walking along He met the full burning moon Rolling slowly ...
The farmer lies wide awake at night, In his heart is filled with a fright. Tomorrow he will plant his ...
The Good News the living Christ revealed, believe Proclaiming Christ on our walk of life joining Paul turning our lives ...
Stones by the wayside from near and far placed together all in a row The dream taking shape sometimes fast ...
Into His hands, we lay down our burdens we lay them into His loving hands Our father, our shepherd, our ...
They leave us so to the way we took, As two in whom them were proved mistaken, That we sit ...
I found a dimpled spider, fat and white, On a white heal-all, holding up a moth Like a white piece ...
I LEGEND Long ago Apollo called to Aristæus, youngest of the shepherds, Saying, "I will make you keeper of my ...
We are the vagabonds of time, And rove the yellow autumn days, When all the roads are gray with rime ...
Sometimes the notes are ferocious, skirmishes against the author raging along the borders of every page in tiny black script. ...
Voices out of the shade that cried, And long noon in the hot calm places, And children's play by the ...
Pluck not the wayside flower, It is the traveller's dower; A thousand passers-by Its beauties may espy, May win a ...
We parted where the old gas-lamp still burned Under the wayside maple and walked on, Into the dark, as we ...
This was the way of it, don't you know -- Ryan was "wanted" for stealing sheep, And never a trooper, ...
WHEN the Norn Mother saw the Whirlwind Hour Greatening and darkening as it hurried on, She left the Heaven of ...
In an immense wood in the south of Kent, There lived a band of robbers which caused the people discontent; ...
Beautiful Moon, with thy silvery light, Thou seemest most charming to my sight; As I gaze upon thee in the ...
The grass shall never forget this grave. When homeward footing it in the sun After the weary ride by rail, ...
Under yonder beech-tree single on the green-sward, Couched with her arms behind her golden head, Knees and tresses folded to ...
I The dawn laughs out on orient hills And dances with the diamond rills; The ambrosial wind but faintly stirs ...
I walked to-day, but not alone, Adown a windy, sea-girt lea, For memory, spendthrift of her charm, Peopled the silent ...
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