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The Evening Star
Lo! in the paintedoriel of the West,Whose panes the sunken sun incarnadines,Like a fair lady at her casement, shinesThe evening star, the star of..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Emperor's Glove. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth)
On St. Bavon's tower, commandingHalf of Flanders, his domain,Charles the Emperor once was standing,While beneath him on the landingStood Duke Alva..
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The Emperor's Bird's-Nest. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
Once the Emperor Charles of Spain,With his swarthy, grave commanders,I forget in what campaign,Long besieged, in mud and rain,Some old frontier town..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Elected Knight. From The Danish.
Sir Oluf he rideth over the plain,Full seven miles broad and seven miles wide,But never, ah never, can meet with the man,A tilt with him dare ride.He..
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The Dwarves
Loke sat and thought, till his dark eyes gleamWith joy at the deed he'd done;When Sif looked into the crystal stream,Her courage was wellnigh..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Descent Of The Muses
Nine sisters, beautiful in form and face,Came from their convent on the shining heightsOf Pierus, the mountain of delights,To dwell among the people..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Demoniac Of Gadara
A GADARENE.He hath escaped, hath plucked his chains asunder,And broken his fetters; always night and dayIs in the mountains here, and in the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Death Of Kwasind
Far and wide among the nationsSpread the name and fame of Kwasind;No man dared to strive with Kwasind,No man could compete with Kwasind.But the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Dead. (From The German Of Stockmann)
How they so softly rest,All they the holy ones,Unto whose dwelling-placeNow doth my soul draw near!How they so softly rest,All in their silent..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Day Is Done
The day is done, and the darknessFalls from the wings of nightAs a feather wafted downwardFrom an eagle in his flight.I see the lights of the..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Cumberland
At anchor in Hampton Roads we lay,On board of the Cumberland sloop-of-war;And at times from the fortress across the bayThe alarum of drums swept..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Cross Of Snow
In the long, sleepless watches of the night,A gentle face -- the face of one long dead --Looks at me from the wall, where round its headThe..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Courtship Of Miles Standish
IMILES STANDISHIn the Old Colony days, in Plymouth the land of the PilgrimsTo and fro in a room of his simple and primitive dwelling,Clad in doublet..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Children's Hour
Between the dark and the daylight,When the night is beginning to lower,Comes a pause in the day's occupations,That is known as the Children's Hour.I..
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The Children Of The Lord's Supper. (From The Swedish Of Bishop Tegner)
Pentecost, day of rejoicing, had come. The church of the villageGleaming stood in the morning's sheen. On the spire of the bellDecked with a brazen..
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The Child Asleep. (From The French)
Sweet babe! true portrait of thy father's face,Sleep on the bosom that thy lips have pressed!Sleep, little one; and closely, gently placeThy drowsy..
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The Chamber Over The Gate
Is it so far from theeThou canst no longer see,In the Chamber over the Gate,That old man desolate,Weeping and wailing soreFor his son, who is no..
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Challenge. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Third)
I have a vague remembranceOf a story, that is toldIn some ancient Spanish legendOr chronicle of old.It was when brave King SanchezWas before Zamora..
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The Challenge Of Thor
I am the God Thor,I am the War God,I am the Thunderer!Here in my Northland,My fastness and fortress,Reign I forever!Here amid icebergsRule I the..
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The Celestial Pilot. (From Dante. Purgatorio, Ii.)
And now, behold! as at the approach of morning,Through the gross vapors, Mars grows fiery redDown in the west upon the ocean floor,Appeared to me..
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The Castle-Builder. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Third)
A gentle boy, with soft and silken locks,A dreamy boy, with brown and tender eyes,A castle-builder, with his wooden blocks,And towers that touch..
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The Castle By The Sea. (From The German Of Uhland)
'Hast thou seen that lordly castle,That Castle by the Sea?Golden and red above itThe clouds float gorgeously.'And fain it would stoop downwardTo the..
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The Building Of The Ship
"Build me straight, O worthy Master!Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel,That shall laugh at all disaster,And with wave and whirlwind wrestle!"The..
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The Brook. (From The Spanish)
Laugh of the mountain! -- lyre of bird and tree!Pomp of the meadow! mirror of the morn!The soul of April, unto whom are bornThe rose and jessamine..
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The Brook And The Wave. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Third)
The brooklet came from the mountain,As sang the bard of old,Running with feet of silverOver the sands of gold!Far away in the briny oceanThere rolled..
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