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 ...
_Prince Henry_. God's blessing on the architects who buildThe bridges o'er swift rivers and abyssesBefore impassable to human feet,No less ...
At the foot of the mountain heightWhere is perched Castel Cuille,When the apple, the plum, and the almond treeIn the ...
One summer morning, when the sun was hot,Weary with labor in his garden-plot,On a rude bench beneath his cottage eaves,Ser ...
FAR in the West there lies a desert land, where the mountainsLift, through perpetual snows, their lofty and luminous summits.Down ...
FOUR times the sun had risen and set; and now on the fifth dayCheerily called the cock to the sleeping ...
By the shore of Gitche Gumee,By the shining Big-Sea-Water,At the doorway of his wigwam,In the pleasant Summer morning,Hiawatha stood and ...
NOW had the season returned, when the nights grow colder and longer,And the retreating sun the sign of the Scorpion ...
How strange it seems! These Hebrews in their graves, Close by the street of this fair seaport town, Silent beside the never-silent ...
In that building, long and low,With its windows all a-row, Like the port-holes of a hulk,Human spiders spin and spin,Backward down ...
What say the Bells of San BlasTo the ships that southward pass From the harbor of Mazatlan?To them it is nothing ...
This is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling,Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms;But front their silent pipes no ...
I heard a voice, that cried,"Balder the BeautifulIs dead, is dead!"And through the misty airPassed like the mournful cryOf sunward ...
I hear along our street Pass the minstrel throngs; Hark! they play so sweet,On their hautboys, Christmas songs! Let us by the fire Ever ...
A handful of red sand, from the hot clime Of Arab deserts brought,Within this glass becomes the spy of Time, The minister ...
Witlaf, a king of the Saxons, Ere yet his last he breathed,To the merry monks of Croyland His drinking-horn bequeathed,--That, whenever they ...
What an image of peace and rest Is this little church among its graves!All is so quiet; the troubled breast,The wounded ...
I heard the bells on Christmas DayTheir old familiar carols play,And wild and sweetThe words repeatOf peace on earth, good-will ...
O, how blest are ye whose toils are ended!Who, through death, have unto God ascended!Ye have arisenFrom the cares which ...
Christ to the young man said: "Yet one thing more; If thou wouldst perfect be,Sell all thou hast and give it ...
Bell! thou soundest merrily,When the bridal party To the church doth hie!Bell! thou soundest solemnly.When, on Sabbath morning, Fields deserted lie!Bell! thou ...
Heard a voice, that cried, "Balder the Beautiful Is dead, is dead!" And through the misty air Passed like the ...
What an image of peace and rest Is this little church among its graves! All is so quiet; the troubled ...
Oft have I seen at some cathedral door . A laborer, pausing in the dust and heat, . Lay down ...
I am the God Thor, I am the War God, I am the Thunderer! Here in my Northland, My fastness ...
By the shore of Gitche Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, At the doorway of his wigwam, In the pleasant Summer ...
et plus profonde, ou l'interet et l'avarice parlent moins haut que la raison, dans les instants de chagrin domestique, de ...
Three Kings came riding from far away, Melchior and Gaspar and Baltasar; Three Wise Men out of the East were ...
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 ...
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