Coplas De Manrique (From The Spanish) (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
O let the soul her slumbers break,Let thought be quickened, and awake;Awake to seeHow soon this life is past and ...
O let the soul her slumbers break,Let thought be quickened, and awake;Awake to seeHow soon this life is past and ...
Can it be the sun descendingO'er the level plain of water?Or the Red Swan floating, flying,Wounded by the magic arrow,Staining ...
Out of childhood into manhoodNow had grown my Hiawatha,Skilled in all the craft of hunters,Learned in all the lore of ...
BENT like a laboring oar, that toils in the surf of the ocean,Bent, but not broken, by age was the ...
Pleasant it was, when woods were green, And winds were soft and low,To lie amid some sylvan scene,Where, the long drooping ...
I.Peradventure of old, some bard in Ionian Islands, Walking alone by the sea, hearing the wash of the waves,Learned the secret ...
Rabbi Ben Levi, on the Sabbath, readA volume of the Law, in which it said,"No man shall look upon my ...
What say the Bells of San BlasTo the ships that southward pass From the harbor of Mazatlan?To them it is nothing ...
What an image of peace and rest Is this little church among its graves!All is so quiet; the troubled breast,The wounded ...
They made the warrior's grave besideThe dashing of his native time:And there was mourning in the glen--The strong wail of ...
Oh give me back the days when loose and freeTo my blind passion were the curb and rein,Oh give me ...
What an image of peace and rest Is this little church among its graves! All is so quiet; the troubled ...
I am poor and old and blind; The sun burns me, and the wind Blows through the city gate And ...
Can it be the sun descending O'er the level plain of water? Or the Red Swan floating, flying, Wounded by ...
Out of childhood into manhood Now had grown my Hiawatha, Skilled in all the craft of hunters, Learned in all ...
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis, Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies. Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi. "O C?sar, we who are ...
PRELUDE. Pleasant it was, when woods were green, And winds were soft and low, To lie amid some sylvan scene, ...
Welcome, my old friend, Welcome to a foreign fireside, While the sullen gales of autumn Shake the windows. The ungrateful ...
Pleasant it was, when woods were green, And winds were soft and low, To lie amid some sylvan scene. Where, ...
Maiden! with the meek, brown eyes, In whose orbs a shadow lies Like the dusk in evening skies! Thou whose ...
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