The Building of the Ship (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
"Build me straight, O worthy Master! Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster, And with ...
"Build me straight, O worthy Master! Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster, And with ...
The white moth to the closing bine, The bee to the opened clover, And the gipsy blood to the gipsy ...
Our Lord Who did the Ox command To kneel to Judah's King, He binds His frost upon the land To ...
Once in the wind of morning I ranged the thymy wold; The world-wide air was azure And all the brooks ...
The Fire at Tranter Sweatley's THEY had long met o' Zundays--her true love and she-- And at junketings, maypoles, and ...
They had long met o' Zundays--her true love and she-- And at junketings, maypoles, and flings; But she bode wi' ...
WILLIAM Dewy, Tranter Reuben, Farmer Ledlow late at plough, Robert's kin, and John's, and Ned's, And the Squire, and Lady ...
Breathe not, hid Heart: cease silently, And though thy birth-hour beckons thee, Sleep the long sleep: The Doomsters heap Travails ...
(A BALLAD IN THE ANGLO-SAXON TONGUE) When to the dreary greenwood gloam Winfreda's husband strode that day, The fair Winfreda ...
Lo! I am come to autumn, When all the leaves are gold; Grey hairs and golden leaves cry out The ...
Lost aboard the roll of Kodac- olor that was to have super- seded all need to remember Somerset were: a ...
In the zunsheen of our zummers Wi' the hay time now a-come, How busy wer we out a-vield Wi' vew ...
If souls should only sheen so bright In heaven as in e'thly light, An' nothen better wer the cease, How ...
In the zunsheen of our zummers Wi' the hay time now a-come, How busy wer we out a-vield Wi' vew ...
If souls should only sheen so bright In heaven as in e'thly light, An' nothen better wer the cease, How ...
I Lady and Queen and Mystery manifold And very Regent of the untroubled sky, Whom in a dream St. Hilda ...
Go from me, summer friends, and tarry not: I am no summer friend, but wintry cold, A silly sheep benighted ...
I stood still and was a tree amid the wood, Knowing the truth of things unseen before; Of Daphne and ...
Hymn to the Dope Goddess of the murmuring courts, Nicotine, my Nicotine, Houri of the mystic sports, trailing-robed in gabardine, ...
I would bathe myself in strangeness: These comforts heaped upon me, smother me! I burn, I scald so for the ...
Lady of rich allure, Queen of the spring's embrace, Your arms are long like boughs of ash, Mid laugh-broken streams, ...
One thing that literature would be greatly the better for Would be a more restricted employment by the authors of ...
The snow is white on wood and wold, The wind is in the firs, So dead my heart is with ...
Ho, a day Whereon we may up and away, With a fetterless wind that is out on the downs, And ...
I The air is silent save where stirs A bugling breeze among the firs; The virgin world in white array ...
Comrades, up! Let us row down stream in this first rare dawnlight, While far in the clear north-west the late ...
Through the pungent hours of the afternoon, On the autumn slopes we have lightly wandered Where the sunshine lay in ...
Come, let us to the sunways of the west, Hasten, while crystal dews the rose-cups fill, Let us dream dreams ...
Only a long, low-lying lane That follows to the misty sea, Across a bare and russet plain Where wild winds ...
The wind's on the wold And the night is a-cold, And Thames runs chill 'Twixt mead and hill. But kind ...
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