In The Harbour: Elegiac Verse (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
I.Peradventure of old, some bard in Ionian Islands, Walking alone by the sea, hearing the wash of the waves,Learned the secret ...
I.Peradventure of old, some bard in Ionian Islands, Walking alone by the sea, hearing the wash of the waves,Learned the secret ...
Spake full well, in language quaint and olden,One who dwelleth by the Castle Rhine,When he called the flowers, so blue ...
Of Prometheus, how undaunted On Olympus' shining bastionsHis audacious foot he planted,Myths are told and songs are chanted, Full of promptings and ...
The Landlord ended thus his tale,Then rising took down from its nailThe sword that hung there, dim with dustAnd cleaving ...
I thought this Pen would ariseFrom the casket where it lies-- Of itself would arise and writeMy thanks and my surprise.When ...
Dead he lay among his books!The peace of God was in his looks.As the statues in the gloomWatch o'er Maximilian's ...
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 ...
Where are the Poets, unto whom belong The Olympian heights; whose singing shafts were sent Straight to the mark, and not from ...
"E venni dal martirio a questa pace."These words the poet heard in Paradise,Uttered by one who, bravely dying here,In the ...
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 ...
One day, Haroun Al Raschid read A book wherein the poet said:-- "Where are the kings, and where the rest ...
To Alfred Tennyson Poet! I come to touch thy lance with mine; Not as a knight, who on the listed ...
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis, Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies. Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi. "O C?sar, we who are ...
An old man in a lodge within a park; The chamber walls depicted all around With portraitures of huntsman, hawk, ...
A vision as of crowded city streets, With human life in endless overflow; Thunder of thoroughfares; trumpets that blow To ...
O ye dead Poets, who are living still Immortal in your verse, though life be fled, And ye, O living ...
Vogelweid the Minnesinger, When he left this world of ours, Laid his body in the cloister, Under Wurtzburg's minster towers. ...
In the ancient town of Bruges, In the quaint old Flemish city, As the evening shades descended, Low and loud ...
Black shadows fall From the lindens tall, That lift aloft their massive wall Against the southern sky; And from the ...
In broad daylight, and at noon, Yesterday I saw the moon Sailing high, but faint and white, As a schoolboy's ...
In the valley of the Pegnitz, where across broad meadow-lands Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands. Quaint ...
Come to me, O ye children! For I hear you at your play, And the questions that perplexed me Have ...
Spake full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, ...
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, ...
The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From ...
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