CARILLON (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
In the ancient town of Bruges, In the quaint old Flemish city, As the evening shades descended, Low and loud ...
In the ancient town of Bruges, In the quaint old Flemish city, As the evening shades descended, Low and loud ...
Downward through the evening twilight, In the days that are forgotten, In the unremembered ages, From the full moon fell ...
Often I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea; Often in thought go up and down ...
River! that in silence windest Through the meadows, bright and free, Till at length thy rest thou findest In the ...
This is the place. Stand still, my steed, Let me review the scene, And summon from the shadowy Past The ...
The rising moon has hid the stars; Her level rays, like golden bars, Lie on the landscape green, With shadows ...
The shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ...
There is a quiet spirit in these woods, That dwells where'er the gentle south-wind blows; Where, underneath the white-thorn, in ...
How beautiful is the rain! After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, ...
When winter winds are piercing chill, And through the hawthorn blows the gale, With solemn feet I tread the hill, ...
The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From ...
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