Flowers (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Spake full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, ...
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, ...
I like that ancient Saxon phrase, which calls The burial-ground God's-Acre! It is just; It consecrates each grave within its ...
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