Evangeline: Part The First. III. (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
BENT like a laboring oar, that toils in the surf of the ocean,Bent, but not broken, by age was the ...
BENT like a laboring oar, that toils in the surf of the ocean,Bent, but not broken, by age was the ...
When the hours of Day are numbered, And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To a holy, calm ...
Sleep, comrades, sleep and rest On this Field of the Grounded Arms,Where foes no more molest, Nor sentry's shot alarms!Ye have slept ...
"E venni dal martirio a questa pace."These words the poet heard in Paradise,Uttered by one who, bravely dying here,In the ...
Filled is Life's goblet to the brim; And though my eyes with tears are dim, I see its sparkling bubbles ...
When the hours of Day are numbered, And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To ...
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