The Song Of Hiawatha I: The Peace-Pipe (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
On the Mountains of the Prairie,On the great Red Pipe-stone Quarry,Gitche Manito, the mighty,He the Master of Life, descending,On the ...
On the Mountains of the Prairie,On the great Red Pipe-stone Quarry,Gitche Manito, the mighty,He the Master of Life, descending,On the ...
JANUARYJanus am I; oldest of potentates; Forward I look, and backward, and belowI count, as god of avenues and gates, The years ...
Should you ask me, whence these stories?Whence these legends and traditions,With the odors of the forestWith the dew and damp ...
DEAR old road, wheel-worn and broken, Winding through the forest green,Barred with shadows and with sunshine, Misty vistas drawn between.Grim, scarred bluegums ...
I.When black frosts pluck the acorns down, And in the lane the waters freeze;And 'thwart red skies the wild-fowl flies, And death ...
A LEGENDIN midst of wide green pasture-lands, cut through By lines of alders bordering deep-banked streams, Where bulrushes ...
JANUARYJanus am I; oldest of potentates; Forward I look, and backward, and belowI count, as god of avenues and gates, ...
He was obviously English, in his Harris tweeds and stockings.And his accent was of Oxford, and his swagger and his ...
Dear old road, wheel-worn and broken, Winding thro' the forest green, Barred with shadow and with sunshine, Misty ...
Welcome, wild North-easter.Shame it is to seeOdes to every zephyr;Ne'er a verse to thee.Welcome, black North-easter!O'er the German foam;O'er the ...
Sweet is the voice that callsFrom babbling waterfallsIn meadows where the downy seeds are flying;And soft the breezes blowAnd eddying ...
It chanced upon the merry merry Christmas eve,I went sighing past the church across the moorland dreary—'Oh! never sin and ...
As I was walking all alane,I heard twa corbies making a mane;The tane unto the t'other say,"Where sall we gang ...
"I FEAR no power a woman wields While I can have the woods and fields, With comradeship alone of gun, ...
January Janus am I; oldest of potentates; Forward I look, and backward, and below I count, as god of avenues ...
On the Mountains of the Prairie, On the great Red Pipe-stone Quarry, Gitche Manito, the mighty, He the Master of ...
Should you ask me, whence these stories? Whence these legends and traditions, With the odors of the forest With the ...
I see the grass shake in the sun for leagues on either hand, I see a river loop and run ...
Above the portico a flag-staff, bearing the Union Jack, remained fluttering in the flames for some time, but ultimately when ...
Go to sleep-though of course you will not- to tideless waves thundering slantwise against strong embankments, rattle and swish of ...
1 PROUD music of the storm! Blast that careers so free, whistling across the prairies! Strong hum of forest tree-tops! ...
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