The Golden Legend: V. A Covered Bridge At Lucerne (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
_Prince Henry_. God's blessing on the architects who buildThe bridges o'er swift rivers and abyssesBefore impassable to human feet,No less ...
_Prince Henry_. God's blessing on the architects who buildThe bridges o'er swift rivers and abyssesBefore impassable to human feet,No less ...
Can it be the sun descendingO'er the level plain of water?Or the Red Swan floating, flying,Wounded by the magic arrow,Staining ...
NEAR to the bank of the river, o'ershadowed by oaks, from whose branchesGarlands of Spanish moss and of mystic mistletoe ...
"As unto the bow the cord is,So unto the man is woman,Though she bends him, she obeys him,Though she draws ...
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis,He, the handsome Yenadizze,Whom the people called the Storm-Fool,Vexed the village with disturbance;You shall hear of ...
IN that delightful land, which is washed by the Delaware's waters,Guarding in sylvan shades the name of Penn the apostle.Stands ...
FOUR times the sun had risen and set; and now on the fifth dayCheerily called the cock to the sleeping ...
A GADARENE.He hath escaped, hath plucked his chains asunder,And broken his fetters; always night and dayIs in the mountains here, ...
Should you ask me, whence these stories?Whence these legends and traditions,With the odors of the forestWith the dew and damp ...
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis, He, the handsome Yenadizze, Whom the people called the Storm-Fool, Vexed the village with disturbance; ...
Can it be the sun descending O'er the level plain of water? Or the Red Swan floating, flying, Wounded by ...
"As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman; Though she bends him, she obeys him, ...
X. Hiawatha's Wooing "As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman, Though she bends him, ...
Should you ask me, whence these stories? Whence these legends and traditions, With the odors of the forest With the ...
Listen my children and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in ...
Dear child! how radiant on thy mother's knee, With merry-making eyes and jocund smiles, Thou gazest at the painted tiles, ...
How beautiful is the rain! After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, ...
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