The Seaside And The Fireside : Dedication (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
As one who, walking in the twilight gloom, Hears round about him voices as it darkens,And seeing not the forms from ...
As one who, walking in the twilight gloom, Hears round about him voices as it darkens,And seeing not the forms from ...
When the summer harvest was gathered in,And the sheaf of the gleaner grew white and thin,And the ploughshare was in ...
'Twas Pentecost, the Feast of Gladness,When woods and fields put off all sadness,Thus began the King and spake:So from the ...
Annie of Tharaw, my true love of old,She is my life, and my goods, and my gold.Annie of Tharaw, her ...
Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are ...
TELL me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream!-For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not ...
Until we meet again! That is the meaningOf the familiar words, that men repeat At parting in the street.Ah yes, till then! ...
Aspasie, trillistos. I heard the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls! I saw her sable skirts all fringed with ...
Dead he lay among his books!The peace of God was in his looks.As the statues in the gloomWatch o'er Maximilian's ...
God sent his Singers upon earthWith songs of sadness and of mirth,That they might touch the hearts of men,And bring ...
Gentle Spring! in sunshine clad,Well dost thou thy power display!For Winter maketh the light heart sad,And thou, thou makest the ...
O, how blest are ye whose toils are ended!Who, through death, have unto God ascended!Ye have arisenFrom the cares which ...
Lull me to sleep, ye winds, whose fitful sound Seems from some faint Aeolian harp-string caught; Seal up the hundred wakeful eyes ...
Will ever the dear days come back again,Those days of June, when lilacs were in bloom,And bluebirds sang their sonnets ...
Allah gives light in darkness, Allah gives rest in pain,Cheeks that are white with weeping Allah paints red again.The flowers and the ...
A mist was driving down the British Channel, The day was just begun, And through the window-panes, on floor and ...
What phantom is this that appears Through the purple mist of the years, Itself but a mist like these? A ...
January Janus am I; oldest of potentates; Forward I look, and backward, and below I count, as god of avenues ...
You shall hear how Hiawatha Prayed and fasted in the forest, Not for greater skill in hunting, Not for greater ...
Oh the long and dreary Winter! Oh the cold and cruel Winter! Ever thicker, thicker, thicker Froze the ice on ...
Oft have I seen at some cathedral door . A laborer, pausing in the dust and heat, . Lay down ...
In those days the Evil Spirits, All the Manitos of mischief, Fearing Hiawatha's wisdom, And his love for Chibiabos, Jealous ...
Two good friends had Hiawatha, Singled out from all the others, Bound to him in closest union, And to whom ...
In his lodge beside a river, Close beside a frozen river, Sat an old man, sad and lonely. White his ...
DEVEREUX FARM, NEAR MARBLEHEAD. We sat within the farm-house old, Whose windows, looking o'er the bay, Gave to the sea-breeze ...
Can it be the sun descending O'er the level plain of water? Or the Red Swan floating, flying, Wounded by ...
"Honor be to Mudjekeewis!" Cried the warriors, cried the old men, When he came in triumph homeward With the sacred ...
Out of childhood into manhood Now had grown my Hiawatha, Skilled in all the craft of hunters, Learned in all ...
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis, Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies. Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi. "O C?sar, we who are ...
Never stoops the soaring vulture On his quarry in the desert, On the sick or wounded bison, But another vulture, ...
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