The Hunting Of Pau-Puk Keewis (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Full of wrath was Hiawatha When he came into the village, Found the people in confusion, Heard of all the ...
Full of wrath was Hiawatha When he came into the village, Found the people in confusion, Heard of all the ...
I stand beneath the tree, whose branches shade Thy western window, Chapel of St. John! And hear its leaves repeat ...
One day, Haroun Al Raschid read A book wherein the poet said:-- "Where are the kings, and where the rest ...
What an image of peace and rest Is this little church among its graves! All is so quiet; the troubled ...
Oft have I seen at some cathedral door . A laborer, pausing in the dust and heat, . Lay down ...
I am the God Thor, I am the War God, I am the Thunderer! Here in my Northland, My fastness ...
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis, Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies. Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi. "O C?sar, we who are ...
Far and wide among the nations Spread the name and fame of Kwasind; No man dared to strive with Kwasind, ...
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 ...
In the market-place of Bruges stands the belfry old and brown; Thrice consumed and thrice rebuilded, still it watches o'er ...
In the valley of the Pegnitz, where across broad meadow-lands Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands. Quaint ...
Come to me, O ye children! For I hear you at your play, And the questions that perplexed me Have ...
This is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms; But front their silent ...
The Slaver in the broad lagoon Lay moored with idle sail; He waited for the rising moon, And for the ...
There is a quiet spirit in these woods, That dwells where'er the gentle south-wind blows; Where, underneath the white-thorn, in ...
The night is come, but not too soon; And sinking silently, All silently, the little moon Drops down behind the ...
WHAT THE HEART OF THE YOUNG MAN SAID TO THE PSALMIST. Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but ...
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