Hiawatha’s Departure (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)
By the shore of Gitche Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, At the doorway of his wigwam, In the pleasant Summer ...
By the shore of Gitche Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, At the doorway of his wigwam, In the pleasant Summer ...
After so long an absence At last we meet agin: Does the meeting give us pleasure, Or does it give ...
et plus profonde, ou l'interet et l'avarice parlent moins haut que la raison, dans les instants de chagrin domestique, de ...
When descends on the Atlantic The gigantic Storm-wind of the equinox, Landword in his wrath he scourges The toiling surges, ...
Three Kings came riding from far away, Melchior and Gaspar and Baltasar; Three Wise Men out of the East were ...
"Build me straight, O worthy Master! Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster, And with ...
O ye dead Poets, who are living still Immortal in your verse, though life be fled, And ye, O living ...
Far and wide among the nations Spread the name and fame of Kwasind; No man dared to strive with Kwasind, ...
X. Hiawatha's Wooing "As unto the bow the cord is, So unto the man is woman, Though she bends him, ...
Sing, O Song of Hiawatha, Of the happy days that followed, In the land of the Ojibways, In the pleasant ...
The summer sun is sinking low; Only the tree-tops redden and glow: Only the weathercock on the spire Of the ...
Vogelweid the Minnesinger, When he left this world of ours, Laid his body in the cloister, Under Wurtzburg's minster towers. ...
Labor with what zeal we will, Something still remains undone, Something uncompleted still Waits the rising of the sun. By ...
How strange it seems! These Hebrews in their graves, Close by the street of this fair seaport town, Silent beside ...
From the outskirts of the town, Where of old the mile-stone stood, Now a stranger, looking down I behold the ...
In the ancient town of Bruges, In the quaint old Flemish city, As the evening shades descended, Low and loud ...
I saw, as in a dream sublime, The balance in the hand of Time. O'er East and West its beam ...
PRELUDE. Pleasant it was, when woods were green, And winds were soft and low, To lie amid some sylvan scene, ...
Black shadows fall From the lindens tall, That lift aloft their massive wall Against the southern sky; And from the ...
In that desolate land and lone, Where the Big Horn and Yellowstone Roar down their mountain path, By their fires ...
Should you ask me, whence these stories? Whence these legends and traditions, With the odors of the forest With the ...
The holiest of all holidays are those Kept by ourselves in silence and apart; The secret anniversaries of the heart, ...
In the market-place of Bruges stands the belfry old and brown; Thrice consumed and thrice rebuilded, still it watches o'er ...
"I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of ...
Downward through the evening twilight, In the days that are forgotten, In the unremembered ages, From the full moon fell ...
It is autumn; not without But within me is the cold. Youth and spring are all about; It is I ...
As a pale phantom with a lamp Ascends some ruin's haunted stair, So glides the moon along the damp Mysterious ...
The pages of thy book I read, And as I closed each one, My heart, responding, ever said, "Servant of ...
In broad daylight, and at noon, Yesterday I saw the moon Sailing high, but faint and white, As a schoolboy's ...
In the valley of the Pegnitz, where across broad meadow-lands Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands. Quaint ...
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