My Lost Youth (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Often I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea; Often in thought go up and down ...
Often I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea; Often in thought go up and down ...
When I was a King and a Mason -- a Master proven and skilled -- I cleared me ground for ...
In Memory of one of the Writer's Family who was a Volunteer during the War with Napoleon In a ferny ...
A dear old couple my grandparents were, And kind to all dumb things; they saw in Heaven The lamb that ...
O race that Cæsar knew, That won stern Roman praise, What land not envies you The laurel of these days? ...
Now that I have your face by heart, I look Less at its features than its darkening frame Where quince ...
O SWARMING city, city full of dreams, Where in a full day the spectre walks and speaks; Mighty colossus, in ...
The round red sun heaves darkly out of the sea. The walls and towers are warmed and gleam. Sounds go ...
1 O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman! Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds! Such join'd unended links, each hook'd ...
1 WHEN lilacs last in the door-yard bloom'd, And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the ...
1 AFOOT and light-hearted, I take to the open road, Healthy, free, the world before me, The long brown path ...
1 FIRST, O songs, for a prelude, Lightly strike on the stretch'd tympanum, pride and joy in my city, How ...
CITY of orgies, walks and joys! City whom that I have lived and sung in your midst will one day ...
1 GIVE me the splendid silent sun, with all his beams full-dazzling; Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red ...
CITY of ships! (O the black ships! O the fierce ships! O the beautiful, sharp-bow'd steam-ships and sail-ships!) City of ...
CLOWNS DYINGFIVE circus clowns dying this year, morning newspapers told their lives, how each one horizontal in a last gesture ...
I We thrill too strangely at the master's touch; We shrink too sadly from the larger self Which for its ...
When in from Delos came the gold That held the dream of Pericles, When first Athenian ears were told The ...
It's grand to be a squatter And sit upon a post, And watch your little ewes and lambs A-giving up ...
The memory of you emerges from the night around me. The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea. Deserted ...
I will not toy with it nor bend an inch. Deep in the secret chambers of my heart I muse ...
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