The Golden Legend: VI. The School Of Salerno (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
A traveling Scholastic affixing his Theses to the gateof the College._Scholastic._ There, that is my gauntlet, my banner, my shield,Hung ...
A traveling Scholastic affixing his Theses to the gateof the College._Scholastic._ There, that is my gauntlet, my banner, my shield,Hung ...
THE SPIRE OF STRASBURG CATHEDRAL.Night and storm. LUCIFER, with the Powers of theAir, trying to tear down the Cross. _Lucifer._ HASTEN! ...
How strange it seems! These Hebrews in their graves, Close by the street of this fair seaport town, Silent beside the never-silent ...
Rabbi Ben Levi, on the Sabbath, readA volume of the Law, in which it said,"No man shall look upon my ...
See, the fire is sinking low,Dusky red the embers glow, While above them still I cower,While a moment more I linger,Though ...
As one who, walking in the twilight gloom, Hears round about him voices as it darkens,And seeing not the forms from ...
The Landlord ended thus his tale,Then rising took down from its nailThe sword that hung there, dim with dustAnd cleaving ...
Southward with fleet of ice Sailed the corsair Death;Wild and gast blew the blast, And the east-wind was his breath.His lordly ships ...
Dead he lay among his books!The peace of God was in his looks.As the statues in the gloomWatch o'er Maximilian's ...
Southward with fleet of ice Sailed the corsair Death; Wild and gast blew the blast, And the east-wind was his ...
One day, Haroun Al Raschid read A book wherein the poet said:-- "Where are the kings, and where the rest ...
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis, Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies. Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi. "O C?sar, we who are ...
An old man in a lodge within a park; The chamber walls depicted all around With portraitures of huntsman, hawk, ...
et plus profonde, ou l'interet et l'avarice parlent moins haut que la raison, dans les instants de chagrin domestique, de ...
The summer sun is sinking low; Only the tree-tops redden and glow: Only the weathercock on the spire Of the ...
How strange it seems! These Hebrews in their graves, Close by the street of this fair seaport town, Silent beside ...
In the long, sleepless watches of the night, A gentle face -- the face of one long dead -- Looks ...
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 ...
I. Solemnly, mournfully, Dealing its dole, The Curfew Bell Is beginning to toll. Cover the embers, And put out the ...
Dear child! how radiant on thy mother's knee, With merry-making eyes and jocund smiles, Thou gazest at the painted tiles, ...
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