Hiawatha’s Friends (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
Two good friends had Hiawatha, Singled out from all the others, Bound to him in closest union, And to whom ...
Two good friends had Hiawatha, Singled out from all the others, Bound to him in closest union, And to whom ...
In those days said Hiawatha, "Lo! how all things fade and perish! From the memory of the old men Pass ...
Forth upon the Gitche Gumee, On the shining Big-Sea-Water, With his fishing-line of cedar, Of the twisted bark of cedar, ...
"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 ...
"Give me of your bark, O Birch-tree! Of your yellow bark, O Birch-tree! Growing by the rushing river, Tall and ...
X. Hiawatha's Wooing "As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman, Though she bends him, ...
Vogelweid the Minnesinger, When he left this world of ours, Laid his body in the cloister, Under Wurtzburg's minster towers. ...
Black shadows fall From the lindens tall, That lift aloft their massive wall Against the southern sky; And from the ...
Should you ask me, whence these stories? Whence these legends and traditions, With the odors of the forest With the ...
Downward through the evening twilight, In the days that are forgotten, In the unremembered ages, From the full moon fell ...
It is autumn; not without But within me is the cold. Youth and spring are all about; It is I ...
When the summer fields are mown, When the birds are fledged and flown, And the dry leaves strew the path; ...
Come to me, O ye children! For I hear you at your play, And the questions that perplexed me Have ...
Listen my children and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in ...
Spake full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, ...
There is a quiet spirit in these woods, That dwells where'er the gentle south-wind blows; Where, underneath the white-thorn, in ...
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