The Angel And The Child. (From Jean Reboul, The Baker Of Nismes) (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
An angel with a radiant face, Above a cradle bent to look,Seemed his own image there to trace, As in the waters ...
An angel with a radiant face, Above a cradle bent to look,Seemed his own image there to trace, As in the waters ...
She dwells by Great Kenhawa's side, In valleys green and cool;And all her hope and all her pride Are in the village ...
Much it behovethEach one of mortals,That he his soul's journeyIn himself ponder,How deep it may be.When Death cometh,The bonds he ...
O, how blest are ye whose toils are ended!Who, through death, have unto God ascended!Ye have arisenFrom the cares which ...
Into the Silent Land!Ah! who shall lead us thither?Clouds in the evening sky more darkly gather,And shattered wrecks lie thicker ...
"E venni dal martirio a questa pace."These words the poet heard in Paradise,Uttered by one who, bravely dying here,In the ...
The course of my long life hath reached at last,In fragile bark o'er a tempestuous sea,The common harbor, where must ...
Oh give me back the days when loose and freeTo my blind passion were the curb and rein,Oh give me ...
Take them, O Death! and bear away Whatever thou canst call thine own!Thine image, stamped upon this clay, Doth give thee that, ...
Full of wrath was Hiawatha When he came into the village, Found the people in confusion, Heard of all the ...
What an image of peace and rest Is this little church among its graves! All is so quiet; the troubled ...
January Janus am I; oldest of potentates; Forward I look, and backward, and below I count, as god of avenues ...
I pace the sounding sea-beach and behold How the voluminous billows roll and run, Upheaving and subsiding, while the sun ...
Oft have I seen at some cathedral door . A laborer, pausing in the dust and heat, . Lay down ...
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, ...
PRELUDE. Pleasant it was, when woods were green, And winds were soft and low, To lie amid some sylvan scene, ...
Black shadows fall From the lindens tall, That lift aloft their massive wall Against the southern sky; And from the ...
The sea awoke at midnight from its sleep, And round the pebbly beaches far and wide I heard the first ...
I have read, in some old, marvellous tale, Some legend strange and vague, That a midnight host of spectres pale ...
Pleasant it was, when woods were green, And winds were soft and low, To lie amid some sylvan scene. Where, ...
She dwells by Great Kenhawa's side, In valleys green and cool; And all her hope and all her pride Are ...
Yes, the Year is growing old, And his eye is pale and bleared! Death, with frosty hand and cold, Plucks ...
The rising moon has hid the stars; Her level rays, like golden bars, Lie on the landscape green, With shadows ...
Beside the ungathered rice he lay, His sickle in his hand; His breast was bare, his matted hair Was buried ...
When the hours of Day are numbered, And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To ...
WHAT THE HEART OF THE YOUNG MAN SAID TO THE PSALMIST. Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but ...
"Speak! speak I thou fearful guest Who, with thy hollow breast Still in rude armor drest, Comest to daunt me! ...
Tell me not in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream!— For the soul is dead that slumbers, And ...
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