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 ...
Can it be the sun descendingO'er the level plain of water?Or the Red Swan floating, flying,Wounded by the magic arrow,Staining ...
One summer morning, when the sun was hot,Weary with labor in his garden-plot,On a rude bench beneath his cottage eaves,Ser ...
Out of childhood into manhoodNow had grown my Hiawatha,Skilled in all the craft of hunters,Learned in all the lore of ...
FOUR times the sun had risen and set; and now on the fifth dayCheerily called the cock to the sleeping ...
Downward through the evening twilight,In the days that are forgotten,In the unremembered ages,From the full moon fell Nokomis,Fell the beautiful ...
Two good friends had Hiawatha,Singled out from all the others,Bound to him in closest union,And to whom he gave the ...
"Speak! speak! thou fearful guest!Who, with thy hollow breastStill in rude armor drest, Comest to daunt me!Wrapt not in Eastern balms,But ...
JANUARYJanus am I; oldest of potentates; Forward I look, and backward, and belowI count, as god of avenues and gates, The years ...
An angel with a radiant face, Above a cradle bent to look,Seemed his own image there to trace, As in the waters ...
It was fifty years ago In the pleasant month of May,In the beautiful Pays de Vaud, A child in its cradle lay.And ...
For thee was a house builtEre thou wast born,For thee was a mould meantEre thou of mother camest.But it is ...
There is a Reaper whose name is Death,And, with his sickle keen,He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,And the ...
A Youth, light-hearted and content, I wander through the worldHere, Arab-like, is pitched my tent And straight again is furled.Yet oft I ...
The twilight is sad and cloudy, The wind blows wild and free,And like the wings of sea-birds Flash the white caps of ...
January Janus am I; oldest of potentates; Forward I look, and backward, and below I count, as god of avenues ...
Two good friends had Hiawatha, Singled out from all the others, Bound to him in closest union, And to whom ...
Can it be the sun descending O'er the level plain of water? Or the Red Swan floating, flying, Wounded by ...
Out of childhood into manhood Now had grown my Hiawatha, Skilled in all the craft of hunters, Learned in all ...
Three Kings came riding from far away, Melchior and Gaspar and Baltasar; Three Wise Men out of the East were ...
Downward through the evening twilight, In the days that are forgotten, In the unremembered ages, From the full moon fell ...
As a fond mother, when the day is o'er, Leads by the hand her little child to bed, Half willing, ...
There is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a ...
"Speak! speak I thou fearful guest Who, with thy hollow breast Still in rude armor drest, Comest to daunt me! ...
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