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 ...
THE SPIRE OF STRASBURG CATHEDRAL.Night and storm. LUCIFER, with the Powers of theAir, trying to tear down the Cross. _Lucifer._ HASTEN! ...
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 ...
You shall hear how HiawathaPrayed and fasted in the forest,Not for greater skill in hunting,Not for greater craft in fishing,Not ...
IT was the month of May. Far down the Beautiful River,Past the Ohio shore and past the mouth of the ...
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 ...
In his lodge beside a river,Close beside a frozen river,Sat an old man, sad and lonely.White his hair was as ...
A handful of red sand, from the hot clime Of Arab deserts brought,Within this glass becomes the spy of Time, The minister ...
He is dead, the beautiful youth,The heart of honor, the tongue of truth,He, the life and light of us all,Whose ...
How many lives, made beautiful and sweet By self-devotion and by self-restraint, Whose pleasure is to run without complaint On unknown errands of ...
How cold are thy baths, Apollo! Cried the African monarch, the splendid,As down to his death in the hollow Dark dungeons of ...
How cold are thy baths, Apollo! Cried the African monarch, the splendid, As down to his death in the hollow ...
You shall hear how Hiawatha Prayed and fasted in the forest, Not for greater skill in hunting, Not for greater ...
O sweet illusions of song That tempt me everywhere, In the lonely fields, and the throng Of the crowded thoroughfare! ...
In his lodge beside a river, Close beside a frozen river, Sat an old man, sad and lonely. White his ...
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 ...
In the ancient town of Bruges, In the quaint old Flemish city, As the evening shades descended, Low and loud ...
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