The Ghosts (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)
Never stoops the soaring vulture On his quarry in the desert, On the sick or wounded bison, But another vulture, ...
Never stoops the soaring vulture On his quarry in the desert, On the sick or wounded bison, But another vulture, ...
By the shore of Gitche Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, At the doorway of his wigwam, In the pleasant Summer ...
Vogelweid the Minnesinger, When he left this world of ours, Laid his body in the cloister, Under Wurtzburg's minster towers. ...
Come to me, O ye children! For I hear you at your play, And the questions that perplexed me Have ...
Filled is Life's goblet to the brim; And though my eyes with tears are dim, I see its sparkling bubbles ...
Gassing the woodchucks didn't turn out right. The knockout bomb from the Feed and Grain Exchange was featured as merciful, ...
I. HEre take no Care, take here no Care, my Muse, Nor ought of Art or Labour use: But let ...
"Wondrous life!" cried Marvell at Appleton House. Renan admired Jesus Christ "wholeheartedly." But here dried ferns keep falling to the ...
(For Eleanor Rogers Cox) For blows on the fort of evil That never shows a breach, For terrible life-long races ...
(June 21st, 1887) By the well, where the bullocks go Silent and blind and slow -- By the field where ...
1903 Lived a woman wonderful, (May the Lord amend her!) Neither simple, kind, nor true, But her Pagan beauty drew ...
Hear now the Song of the Dead -- in the North by the torn berg-edges -- They that look still ...
She dropped the bar, she shot the bolt, she fed the fire anew For she heard a whimper under the ...
1891 There were thirty million English who talked of England's might, There were twenty broken troopers who lacked a bed ...
We were all one heart and one race When the Abbey trumpets blew. For a moment's breathing-space We had forgotten ...
We've got the cholerer in camp -- it's worse than forty fights; We're dyin' in the wilderness the same as ...
When spring-time flushes the desert grass, Our kafilas wind through the Khyber Pass. Lean are the camels but fat the ...
How many bards gild the lapses of time! A few of them have ever been the food Of my delighted ...
Souls of Poets dead and gone, What Elysium have ye known, Happy field or mossy cavern, Choicer than the Mermaid ...
O Sovereign power of love! O grief! O balm! All records, saving thine, come cool, and calm, And shadowy, through ...
ENDYMION. A Poetic Romance. "THE STRETCHED METRE OF AN AN ANTIQUE SONG." INSCRIBED TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS CHATTERTON. Book ...
for C. G. Macdonald, 1956-2006 Charlie, sunrise is a three-legged mongrel dog, going deaf, already blind in one eye, answering ...
Beauties, have ye seen this toy, Called Love, a little boy, Almost naked, wanton, blind; Cruel now, and then as ...
Here, at the end of the world, the flowers bleed as if they were hearts, the hearts ooze a darkness ...
Now, moving in, cartons on the floor, the radio playing to bare walls, picture hooks left stranded in the unsoiled ...
For Sára Karig "You are so wise," the reindeer said, "you can bind the winds of the world in a ...
Our Father who art in heaven, I am drunk. Again. Red wine. For which I offer thanks. I ought to ...
You might come here Sunday on a whim. Say your life broke down. The last good kiss you had was ...
Robin and his merry men : Lived just like the birds; They had almost as many tracks as thoughts, : ...
Not in rich furniture, or fine array, Nor in a wedge of gold, Thou, who from me wast sold, To ...
© 2020 Inspirational Stories