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Two Sonnets From The Spanish Of Francisco De Medrano
Causa la vista el artificio humano, etc.The works of human artifice soon tireThe curious eye; the fountain's sparkling rill,And gardens, when adorned..
©  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Travels By The Fireside. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth)
The ceaseless rain is falling fast,And yonder gilded vane,Immovable for three days past,Points to the misty main,It drives me in upon myselfAnd to..
©  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
To-Morrow (From The Spanish Of Lope De Vega)
Lord, what am I, that with unceasing careThou did'st seek after me, that Thou did'st waitWet with unhealthy dews before my gate,And pass the gloomy..
©  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Today We Make The Poet's Words Our Own
To-day we make the poet's words our own,And utter them in plaintive undertone;Nor to the living only be they said,But to the other living called the..
©  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
To William E. Channing
The pages of thy book I read,And as I closed each one,My heart, responding, ever said,"Servant of God! well done!"Well done! Thy words are great and..
©  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
To Vittoria Colonna. (Sonnet Vi.)
When the prime mover of my many sighsHeaven took through death from out her earthly place,Nature, that never made so fair a face,Remained ashamed..
©  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
To Vittoria Colonna. (Sonnet V.)
Lady, how can it chance--yet this we seeIn long experience--that will longer lastA living image carved from quarries vastThan its own maker, who dies..
©  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
To The Stork. (Armenian Popular Song, From The Prose Version Of Alishan)
Welcome, O Stork! that dost wingThy flight from the far-away!Thou hast brought us the signs of Spring,Thou hast made our sad hearts gay.Descend, O..
©  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
To The River Yvette. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth)
O lovely river of Yvette!O darling river! like a bride,Some dimpled, bashful, fair Lisette,Thou goest to wed the Orge's tide.Maincourt, and lordly..
©  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
To The River Rhone
Thou Royal River, born of sun and showerIn chambers purple with the Alpine glow,Wrapped in the spotless ermine of the snowAnd rocked by tempests!--at..
©  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
To The River Charles
River! that in silence windestThrough the meadows, bright and free,Till at length thy rest thou findestIn the bosom of the sea!Four long years of..
©  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
To The Driving Cloud
Gloomy and dark art thou, O chief of the mighty Omahas;Gloomy and dark as the driving cloud, whose name thou hast taken!Wrapt in thy scarlet blanket..
©  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
To My Brooklet. (From The French Of Ducis)
Thou brooklet, all unknown to song,Hid in the covert of the wood!Ah, yes, like thee I fear the throng,Like thee I love the solitude.O brooklet, let..
©  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
To Italy. (From Filicaja)
Italy! Italy! thou who'rt doomed to wearThe fatal gift of beauty and possessThe dower funest of infinite wretchednessWritten upon thy forehead by..
©  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
To Cardinal Richelieu. (From Malherbe)
Thou mighty Prince of Church and State,Richelieu! until the hour of death,Whatever road man chooses, FateStill holds him subject to her breath.Spun..
©  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
To An Old Danish Song-Book
Welcome, my old friend,Welcome to a foreign fireside,While the sullen gales of autumnShake the windows.The ungrateful worldHas, it seems, dealt..
©  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
To A Child
Dear child! how radiant on thy mother's knee,With merry-making eyes and jocund smiles,Thou gazest at the painted tiles,Whose figures grace,With many..
©  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tide Rises, The Tide Falls, The
The tide rises, the tide falls,The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;Along the sea-sands damp and brownThe traveler hastens toward the town,And the..
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Three Friends Of Mine
When I remember them, those friends of mine,Who are no longer here, the noble three,Who half my life were more than friends to me,And whose discourse..
©  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
There Was A Little Girl
There was a little girl,Who had a little curl,Right in the middle of her forehead.When she was good,She was very good indeed,But when she was bad she..
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The Wreck Of The Hesperus
It was the schooner Hesperus,That sailed the wint'ry sea;And the skipper had taken his little daughter,To bear him company.Blue were her eyes as the..
©  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Witnesses
In Ocean's wide domains,Half buried in the sands,Lie skeletons in chains,With shackled feet and hands.Beyond the fall of dews,Deeper than plummet..
©  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The White Man's Foot
In his lodge beside a river,Close beside a frozen river,Sat an old man, sad and lonely.White his hair was as a snow-drift;Dull and low his fire was..
©  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Wave. (From The German Of Tiedge)
'Whither, thou turbid wave?Whither, with so much haste,As if a thief wert thou?''I am the Wave of Life,Stained with my margin's dust;From the..
©  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Warden Of The Cinque Ports. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
A mist was driving down the British Channel,The day was just begun,And through the window-panes, on floor and panel,Streamed the red autumn sun.It..
©  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow