Voices Of The Night : Flowers (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
Spake full well, in language quaint and olden,One who dwelleth by the Castle Rhine,When he called the flowers, so blue ...
Spake full well, in language quaint and olden,One who dwelleth by the Castle Rhine,When he called the flowers, so blue ...
Of Prometheus, how undaunted On Olympus' shining bastionsHis audacious foot he planted,Myths are told and songs are chanted, Full of promptings and ...
This song of mine Is a Song of the Vine,To be sung by the glowing embers Of wayside inns, When the rain beginsTo ...
We sat within the farm-house old, Whose windows, looking o'er the bay, Gave to the sea-breeze damp and cold, An easy entrance, night ...
In that building, long and low,With its windows all a-row, Like the port-holes of a hulk,Human spiders spin and spin,Backward down ...
Yes, the Year is growing old, And his eye is pale and bleared!Death, with frosty hand and cold, Plucks the old man ...
What say the Bells of San BlasTo the ships that southward pass From the harbor of Mazatlan?To them it is nothing ...
Of Edenhall, the youthful LordBids sound the festal trumpet's call.He rises at the banquet board,And cries, 'mid the drunken revellers ...
This is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling,Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms;But front their silent pipes no ...
See, the fire is sinking low,Dusky red the embers glow, While above them still I cower,While a moment more I linger,Though ...
There is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there!There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one ...
As one who, walking in the twilight gloom, Hears round about him voices as it darkens,And seeing not the forms from ...
Have you read in the Talmud of old,In the Legends the Rabbins have told Of the limitless realms of the air,--Have ...
Leafless are the trees; their purple branchesSpread themselves abroad, like reefs of coral, Rising silentIn the Red Sea of the winter ...
Simon Danz has come home again,From cruising about with his buccaneers;He has singed the beard of the King of Spain,And ...
The Landlord ended thus his tale,Then rising took down from its nailThe sword that hung there, dim with dustAnd cleaving ...
Once the Emperor Charles of Spain, With his swarthy, grave commanders,I forget in what campaign,Long besieged, in mud and rain, Some old ...
Under the walls of MontereyAt daybreak the bugles began to play, Victor Galbraith!In the mist of the morning damp and gray,These ...
I heard a voice, that cried,"Balder the BeautifulIs dead, is dead!"And through the misty airPassed like the mournful cryOf sunward ...
I hear along our street Pass the minstrel throngs; Hark! they play so sweet,On their hautboys, Christmas songs! Let us by the fire Ever ...
At The Consecration Of Pulaski's Banner.When the dying flame of dayThrough the chancel shot its ray,Far the glimmering tapers shedFaint ...
When the summer harvest was gathered in,And the sheaf of the gleaner grew white and thin,And the ploughshare was in ...
'Twas Pentecost, the Feast of Gladness,When woods and fields put off all sadness,Thus began the King and spake:So from the ...
A handful of red sand, from the hot clime Of Arab deserts brought,Within this glass becomes the spy of Time, The minister ...
When the hours of Day are numbered, And the voices of the Night Wake the better soul, that slumbered, To a holy, calm ...
On sunny slope and beechen swell,The shadowed light of evening fell;And, where the maple's leaf was brown,With soft and silent ...
I have read, in some old, marvellous tale, Some legend strange and vague,That a midnight host of spectres pale Beleaguered the walls ...
Round Autumn's mouldering urnLoud mourns the chill and cheerless gale,When nightfall shades the quiet vale And stars in beauty burn. 'Tis the ...
Annie of Tharaw, my true love of old,She is my life, and my goods, and my gold.Annie of Tharaw, her ...
With what a glory comes and goes the year!The buds of spring, those beautiful harbingersOf sunny skies and cloudless times, ...
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