Helen of Tyre (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
What phantom is this that appears Through the purple mist of the years, Itself but a mist like these? A ...
What phantom is this that appears Through the purple mist of the years, Itself but a mist like these? A ...
1814-1914 When, on a novel's newly printed page We find a maudlin eulogy of sin, And read of ways that ...
There are who lord it o'er their fellow-men With most prevailing tinsel: who unpen Their baaing vanities, to browse away ...
Where once we danced, where once we sang, Gentlemen, The floors are sunken, cobwebs hang, And cracks creep; worms have ...
When I set out for Lyonnesse, A hundred miles away, The rime was on the spray, And starlight lit my ...
I never dreamed we'd meet that day In our old haunts down Fricourt way, Plotting such marvellous journeys there For ...
To the woods, to the woods is the wizard gone; In his grotto the maiden sits alone. She gazes up ...
Like a drunken dancer trying to catch a mate rejected by those on the sidelines moving from place to place ...
TO MISS GRACE KING Down in the old French quarter, Just out of Rampart street, I wend my way At ...
To think to know the country and now know The hillside on the day the sun lets go Ten million ...
How the old Mountains drip with Sunset How the Hemlocks burn -- How the Dun Brake is draped in Cinder ...
A something in a summer's Day As slow her flambeaux burn away Which solemnizes me. A something in a summer's ...
Ah, Necromancy Sweet! Ah, Wizard erudite! Teach me the skill, That I instil the pain Surgeons assuage in vain, Nor ...
I never had you, nor will I ever have you I suppose. A few words, an approach as in the ...
Soul of the Poet ! wheresoe'er, Reclaimed from earth, thy genius plume Her wings of immortality ; Suspend thy harp ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
Velvet soft the night-star glowed Over the untrodden road, Through the giant glades of yew ...
The whole idea of it makes me feel like I'm coming down with something, something worse than any stomach ache ...
I. THE GARDEN. ABOVE the city hung the moon, Right o'er a plot of ground Where flowers and orchard-trees were ...
TRUE hearted was he, the sad swain o' the Yarrow, And fair are the maids on the banks of the ...
Who is the happy husband? Why, indeed, 'Tis he who's useless in the time of need; Who, asked to unclasp ...
A gallant city has been builded far In the pied heaven, Bannered with crimson, sentinelled by star Of crystal even; ...
Hark, I hear a robin calling! List, the wind is from the south! And the orchard-bloom is falling Sweet as ...
Of Heaven or Hell I have no power to sing, I cannot ease the burden of your fears, Or make ...
In this Monody the author bewails a learned Friend, unfortunately drowned in his passage from Chester on the Irish Seas, ...
A Masque Presented At Ludlow Castle, 1634, Before The Earl Of Bridgewater, Then President Of Wales. The Persons The ATTENDANT ...
EVEN the shrewd and bitter, Gnarled by the old world's greed, Cherished the stranger softly Seeing his utter need. Shelter ...
A Song in Chinese Tapestries "How, how," he said. "Friend Chang," I said, "San Francisco sleeps as the dead- Ended ...
Who now will praise the Wizard in the street With loyal songs, with humors grave and ...
Even the shrewd and bitter, Gnarled by the old world's greed, Cherished the stranger softly Seeing his utter need. Shelter ...
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