By The Fireside : Tegner’s Death (Tegner’s Drapa) (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
I heard a voice, that cried,"Balder the BeautifulIs dead, is dead!"And through the misty airPassed like the mournful cryOf sunward ...
I heard a voice, that cried,"Balder the BeautifulIs dead, is dead!"And through the misty airPassed like the mournful cryOf sunward ...
Round Autumn's mouldering urnLoud mourns the chill and cheerless gale,When nightfall shades the quiet vale And stars in beauty burn. 'Tis the ...
With what a glory comes and goes the year!The buds of spring, those beautiful harbingersOf sunny skies and cloudless times, ...
He is dead, the beautiful youth,The heart of honor, the tongue of truth,He, the life and light of us all,Whose ...
Beautiful lily, dwelling by still rivers, Or solitary mere,Or where the sluggish meadow-brook delivers Its waters to the weir!Thou laughest at the ...
All are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time;Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme.Nothing useless ...
THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks,Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the ...
It was fifty years ago In the pleasant month of May,In the beautiful Pays de Vaud, A child in its cradle lay.And ...
When winter winds are piercing chill, And through the hawthorn blows the gale,With solemn feet I tread the hill, That overbrows the ...
A Youth, light-hearted and content, I wander through the worldHere, Arab-like, is pitched my tent And straight again is furled.Yet oft I ...
My soul its secret hath, my life too hath its mystery,A love eternal in a moment's space conceived;Hopeless the evil ...
I said unto myself, if I were dead, What would befall these children? What would be Their fate, who now are looking up ...
Heard a voice, that cried, "Balder the Beautiful Is dead, is dead!" And through the misty air Passed like the ...
You shall hear how Hiawatha Prayed and fasted in the forest, Not for greater skill in hunting, Not for greater ...
Two good friends had Hiawatha, Singled out from all the others, Bound to him in closest union, And to whom ...
In his lodge beside a river, Close beside a frozen river, Sat an old man, sad and lonely. White his ...
O sweet illusions of song That tempt me everywhere, In the lonely fields, and the throng Of the crowded thoroughfare! ...
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis, How the handsome Yenadizze Danced at Hiawatha's wedding; How the gentle Chibiabos, He the sweetest ...
"As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman; Though she bends him, she obeys him, ...
Can it be the sun descending O'er the level plain of water? Or the Red Swan floating, flying, Wounded by ...
"Honor be to Mudjekeewis!" Cried the warriors, cried the old men, When he came in triumph homeward With the sacred ...
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 ...
By the shore of Gitche Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, At the doorway of his wigwam, In the pleasant Summer ...
"Give me of your bark, O Birch-tree! Of your yellow bark, O Birch-tree! Growing by the rushing river, Tall and ...
Three Kings came riding from far away, Melchior and Gaspar and Baltasar; Three Wise Men out of the East were ...
"Build me straight, O worthy Master! Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster, And with ...
X. Hiawatha's Wooing "As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman, Though she bends him, ...
Sing, O Song of Hiawatha, Of the happy days that followed, In the land of the Ojibways, In the pleasant ...
The summer sun is sinking low; Only the tree-tops redden and glow: Only the weathercock on the spire Of the ...
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