Footsteps of Angels (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
When the hours of Day are numbered, And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To ...
When the hours of Day are numbered, And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To ...
schnyder schnyder the bouncing spider had a song wound up inside her she'd had it taped on a silken spool ...
I stayed the night for shelter at a farm Behind the mountains, with a mother and son, Two old-believers. They ...
The cruelty of P. L. Brown- (He had ten toes as good as mine) Was known to every one in ...
So light we were, so right we were, so fair faith shone, And the way was laid so certainly, that, ...
What is it to grow old? Is it to lose the glory of the form, The lustre of the eye? ...
The firmament breaks up. In black eclipse Light after light goes out. One evil star, Luridly glaring through the smoke ...
Long lines of cliff breaking have left a chasm; And in the chasm are foam and yellow sands; Beyond, red ...
When I went by the meadow gate The chestnut mare would trot to meet me, And as her coming I ...
When I was brash and gallant-gay Just fifty years ago, I hit the ties and beat my way From Maine ...
I'm one of these haphazard chaps Who sit in cafes drinking; A most improper taste, perhaps, Yet pleasant, to my ...
THEY tell me that the earth is still the same Although the Red Branch now is but a name, That ...
My little Son, who look'd from thoughtful eyes And moved and spoke in quiet grown-up wise, Having my law the ...
Morgan the drover explained, As he drank from his battered quart-pot, Many a slut I have trained; This is the ...
A pathetic tale of the sea I will unfold, Enough to make one's blood run cold; Concerning four fishermen cast ...
As the night was beginning to close in one rough September day In the year of 1838, a steamer passed ...
There lived in Munich a poor, weakly youth, But for the exact date, I cannot vouch for the truth, And ...
'Twas in the year of 1893, and on the 17th and 18th of November, Which the people of Dundee and ...
ENOUGH; and leave the rest to Fame! 'Tis to commend her, but to name. Courtship which, living, she declined, When ...
The doctor fingers my bruise. "Magnificent," he says, "black at the edges and purple cored." Seated, he spies for clues, ...
or, The First Steamboat up the Alabama. You, Dinah! Come and set me whar de ribber-roads does meet. De Lord, ...
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