The Son Of The Evening Star (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Can it be the sun descending O'er the level plain of water? Or the Red Swan floating, flying, Wounded by ...
Can it be the sun descending O'er the level plain of water? Or the Red Swan floating, flying, Wounded by ...
(a) they seek to celebrate the word not to bring their knives out on a poem dissecting it to find ...
With short, sharp violent lights made vivid, To the southward far as the sight can roam, Only the swirl of ...
Venus, when her son was lost, Cried him up and down the coast, In hamlets, palaces, and parks, And told ...
The room is quiet, thoughts alone People its mute tranquillity; The yoke put on, the long task done, I am, ...
A quay with vessels moored Thomas To India! Yea, here I may take ship; From here the courses go over ...
LIGHT human nature is too lightly tost And ruffled without cause, complaining on-- Restless with rest, until, being overthrown, It ...
THEL'S MOTTO 1 Does the Eagle know what is in the pit? 2 Or wilt thou go ask the Mole? ...
I weep for Adonais -he is dead! O, weep for Adonais! though our tears Thaw not the frost which binds ...
I rode one evening with Count Maddalo Upon the bank of land which breaks the flow Of Adria towards Venice: ...
Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all; What hast thou then more than thou hadst before? No ...
Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all; What hast thou then more than thou hadst before? No ...
MORNING and evening Maids heard the goblins cry: "Come buy our orchard fruits, Come buy, come buy: Apples and quinces, ...
"He ought to be home," said the old man, "without there's something amiss. He only went to the Two-mile -- ...
My Country The love of field and coppice Of green and shaded lanes, Of ordered woods and gardens Is running ...
My Country The love of field and coppice Of green and shaded lanes, Of ordered woods and gardens Is running ...
After seeing at Boston the statue of Robert Gould Shaw, killed while storming Fort Wagner, July 18, 1863, at the ...
Had she come all the way for this, To part at last without a kiss? Yea, had she borne the ...
Mean while the heinous and despiteful act Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how He, in the serpent, had perverted ...
As one who in his journey bates at noon, Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel paused Betwixt the ...
Of fret, of dark, of thorn, of chill, Complain no more; for these, O heart, Direct the random of the ...
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