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! ...
"Build me straight, O worthy Master! Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster, And with wave and whirlwind ...
O let the soul her slumbers break,Let thought be quickened, and awake;Awake to seeHow soon this life is past and ...
Full of wrath was HiawathaWhen he came into the village,Found the people in confusion,Heard of all the misdemeanors,All the malice ...
One summer morning, when the sun was hot,Weary with labor in his garden-plot,On a rude bench beneath his cottage eaves,Ser ...
NEAR to the bank of the river, o'ershadowed by oaks, from whose branchesGarlands of Spanish moss and of mystic mistletoe ...
FAR in the West there lies a desert land, where the mountainsLift, through perpetual snows, their lofty and luminous summits.Down ...
Out of childhood into manhoodNow had grown my Hiawatha,Skilled in all the craft of hunters,Learned in all the lore of ...
IT was the month of May. Far down the Beautiful River,Past the Ohio shore and past the mouth of the ...
Downward through the evening twilight,In the days that are forgotten,In the unremembered ages,From the full moon fell Nokomis,Fell the beautiful ...
Loke sat and thought, till his dark eyes gleamWith joy at the deed he'd done;When Sif looked into the crystal ...
Pleasant it was, when woods were green, And winds were soft and low,To lie amid some sylvan scene,Where, the long drooping ...
Often I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea;Often in thought go up and downThe pleasant streets ...
Thus then, much care-worn,The son of HealfdenSorrowed evermore,Nor might the prudent heroHis woes avert.The war was too hard,Too loath and ...
Most beautiful, most gentle! Yet how lostTo all that gladdens the fair earth; the eyeThat watched her being; the maternal ...
Still through Egypt's desert places Flows the lordly Nile,From its banks the great stone faces Gaze with patient smile.Still the pyramids imperious Pierce ...
There is a quiet spirit in these woods,That dwells where'er the gentle south-wind blows;Where, underneath the white-thorn, in the glade,The ...
Of Prometheus, how undaunted On Olympus' shining bastionsHis audacious foot he planted,Myths are told and songs are chanted, Full of promptings and ...
We sat within the farm-house old, Whose windows, looking o'er the bay, Gave to the sea-breeze damp and cold, An easy entrance, night ...
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 ...
See, the fire is sinking low,Dusky red the embers glow, While above them still I cower,While a moment more I linger,Though ...
As one who, walking in the twilight gloom, Hears round about him voices as it darkens,And seeing not the forms from ...
Have you read in the Talmud of old,In the Legends the Rabbins have told Of the limitless realms of the air,--Have ...
Under the walls of MontereyAt daybreak the bugles began to play, Victor Galbraith!In the mist of the morning damp and gray,These ...
'Twas Pentecost, the Feast of Gladness,When woods and fields put off all sadness,Thus began the King and spake:So from the ...
A handful of red sand, from the hot clime Of Arab deserts brought,Within this glass becomes the spy of Time, The minister ...
Burn, O evening hearth, and waken Pleasant visions, as of old!Though the house by winds be shaken, Safe I keep this room ...
When the warm sun, that bringsSeed-time and harvest, has returned again,'T is sweet to visit the still wood, where springs The ...
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