THE OCCULTATION OF ORION (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
I saw, as in a dream sublime, The balance in the hand of Time. O'er East and West its beam ...
I saw, as in a dream sublime, The balance in the hand of Time. O'er East and West its beam ...
How strange it seems! These Hebrews in their graves, Close by the street of this fair seaport town, Silent beside ...
The Slaver in the broad lagoon Lay moored with idle sail; He waited for the rising moon, And for the ...
L'eternite est une pendule, dont le balancier dit et redit sans cesse ces deux mots seulement dans le silence des ...
Dear child! how radiant on thy mother's knee, With merry-making eyes and jocund smiles, Thou gazest at the painted tiles, ...
How beautiful is the rain! After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, ...
WHAT THE HEART OF THE YOUNG MAN SAID TO THE PSALMIST. Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but ...
The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From ...
"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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