The Song Of Hiawatha XIX: The Ghosts (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
Never stoops the soaring vultureOn his quarry in the desert,On the sick or wounded bison,But another vulture, watchingFrom his high ...
Never stoops the soaring vultureOn his quarry in the desert,On the sick or wounded bison,But another vulture, watchingFrom his high ...
In those days said Hiawatha,"Lo! how all things fade and perish!From the memory of the old menPass away the great ...
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 ...
By his evening fire the artist Pondered o'er his secret shame;Baffled, weary, and disheartened, Still he mused, and dreamed of fame.'T was ...
The course of my long life hath reached at last,In fragile bark o'er a tempestuous sea,The common harbor, where must ...
In those days said Hiawatha, "Lo! how all things fade and perish! From the memory of the old men Pass ...
Never stoops the soaring vulture On his quarry in the desert, On the sick or wounded bison, But another vulture, ...
In the valley of the Pegnitz, where across broad meadow-lands Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands. Quaint ...
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