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 ...
THE SPIRE OF STRASBURG CATHEDRAL.Night and storm. LUCIFER, with the Powers of theAir, trying to tear down the Cross. _Lucifer._ HASTEN! ...
O let the soul her slumbers break,Let thought be quickened, and awake;Awake to seeHow soon this life is past and ...
At the foot of the mountain heightWhere is perched Castel Cuille,When the apple, the plum, and the almond treeIn the ...
Loke sat and thought, till his dark eyes gleamWith joy at the deed he'd done;When Sif looked into the crystal ...
"Speak! speak! thou fearful guest!Who, with thy hollow breastStill in rude armor drest, Comest to daunt me!Wrapt not in Eastern balms,But ...
Pleasant it was, when woods were green, And winds were soft and low,To lie amid some sylvan scene,Where, the long drooping ...
Sweet the memory is to meOf a land beyond the sea,Where the waves and mountains meet,Where amid her mulberry-treesSits Amalfi ...
I lay upon the headland-height, and listenedTo the incessant sobbing of the sea In caverns under me,And watched the waves, that ...
An angel with a radiant face, Above a cradle bent to look,Seemed his own image there to trace, As in the waters ...
I thought this Pen would ariseFrom the casket where it lies-- Of itself would arise and writeMy thanks and my surprise.When ...
There sat one day in quiet,By an alehouse on the Rhine,Four hale and hearty fellows,And drank the precious wine.The landlord's ...
In the village churchyard she lies,Dust is in her beautiful eyes, No more she breathes, nor feels, nor stirs;At her feet ...
Becalmed upon the sea of Thought,Still unattained the land it sought,My mind, with loosely-hanging sails,Lies waiting the auspicious gales.On either ...
What phantom is this that appears Through the purple mist of the years, Itself but a mist like these? A ...
et plus profonde, ou l'interet et l'avarice parlent moins haut que la raison, dans les instants de chagrin domestique, de ...
PRELUDE. Pleasant it was, when woods were green, And winds were soft and low, To lie amid some sylvan scene, ...
In the valley of the Pegnitz, where across broad meadow-lands Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands. Quaint ...
Pleasant it was, when woods were green, And winds were soft and low, To lie amid some sylvan scene. Where, ...
Beware! The Israelite of old, who tore The lion in his path,--when, poor and blind, He saw the blessed light ...
In Ocean's wide domains, Half buried in the sands, Lie skeletons in chains, With shackled feet and hands. Beyond the ...
Yes, the Year is growing old, And his eye is pale and bleared! Death, with frosty hand and cold, Plucks ...
The rising moon has hid the stars; Her level rays, like golden bars, Lie on the landscape green, With shadows ...
Dear child! how radiant on thy mother's knee, With merry-making eyes and jocund smiles, Thou gazest at the painted tiles, ...
"Speak! speak I thou fearful guest Who, with thy hollow breast Still in rude armor drest, Comest to daunt me! ...
Under a spreading chestnut-tree The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; ...
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