Blessing The Cornfields (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Sing, O Song of Hiawatha, Of the happy days that followed, In the land of the Ojibways, In the pleasant ...
Sing, O Song of Hiawatha, Of the happy days that followed, In the land of the Ojibways, In the pleasant ...
Vogelweid the Minnesinger, When he left this world of ours, Laid his body in the cloister, Under Wurtzburg's minster towers. ...
How strange it seems! These Hebrews in their graves, Close by the street of this fair seaport town, Silent beside ...
"I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of ...
When the dying flame of day Through the chancel shot its ray, Far the glimmering tapers shed Faint light on ...
On sunny slope and beechen swell, The shadowed light of evening fell; And, where the maple's leaf was brown, With ...
This is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms; But front their silent ...
Often I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea; Often in thought go up and down ...
She dwells by Great Kenhawa's side, In valleys green and cool; And all her hope and all her pride Are ...
Tuscan, that wanderest through the realms of gloom, With thoughtful pace, and sad, majestic eyes, Stern thoughts and awful from ...
Blind Bartimeus at the gates Of Jericho in darkness waits; He hears the crowd;--he hears a breath Say, "It is ...
I heard the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls! I saw her sable skirts all fringed ...
I stood upon the hills, when heaven's wide arch Was glorious with the sun's returning march, And woods were brightened, ...
Filled is Life's goblet to the brim; And though my eyes with tears are dim, I see its sparkling bubbles ...
WHAT THE HEART OF THE YOUNG MAN SAID TO THE PSALMIST. Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but ...
Tell me not in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream!— For the soul is dead that slumbers, And ...
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