Sleep (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
Lull me to sleep, ye winds, whose fitful sound Seems from some faint Aeolian harp-string caught; Seal up the hundred wakeful eyes ...
Lull me to sleep, ye winds, whose fitful sound Seems from some faint Aeolian harp-string caught; Seal up the hundred wakeful eyes ...
When the prime mover of my many sighsHeaven took through death from out her earthly place,Nature, that never made so ...
Something the heart must have to cherish,Must love and joy and sorrow learn,Something with passion clasp, or perish,And in itself ...
The course of my long life hath reached at last,In fragile bark o'er a tempestuous sea,The common harbor, where must ...
Not without fire can any workman mouldThe iron to his preconceived design,Nor can the artist without fire refineAnd purify from ...
Take them, O Death! and bear away Whatever thou canst call thine own!Thine image, stamped upon this clay, Doth give thee that, ...
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 ...
Oh the long and dreary Winter! Oh the cold and cruel Winter! Ever thicker, thicker, thicker Froze the ice on ...
The young Endymion sleeps Endymion's sleep; The shepherd-boy whose tale was left half told! The solemn grove uplifts its shield ...
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 ...
In his lodge beside a river, Close beside a frozen river, Sat an old man, sad and lonely. White his ...
On the shores of Gitche Gumee, Of the shining Big-Sea-Water, Stood Nokomis, the old woman, Pointing with her finger westward, ...
Out of childhood into manhood Now had grown my Hiawatha, Skilled in all the craft of hunters, Learned in all ...
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis, Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies. Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi. "O C?sar, we who are ...
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 ...
"Build me straight, O worthy Master! Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster, And with ...
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 that desolate land and lone, Where the Big Horn and Yellowstone Roar down their mountain path, By their fires ...
When the dying flame of day Through the chancel shot its ray, Far the glimmering tapers shed Faint light on ...
On sunny slope and beechen swell, The shadowed light of evening fell; And, where the maple's leaf was brown, With ...
Half of my life is gone, and I have let The years slip from me and have not fulfilled The ...
Yes, the Year is growing old, And his eye is pale and bleared! Death, with frosty hand and cold, Plucks ...
L'eternite est une pendule, dont le balancier dit et redit sans cesse ces deux mots seulement dans le silence des ...
There is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a ...
How beautiful is the rain! After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, ...
It was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea; And the skipper had taken his little daughter, To bear ...
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