Autumn, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
With what a glory comes and goes the year!
The...
With what a glory comes and goes the year!
The...
In the market-place of Bruges stands the belfry...
At Atri in Abruzzo, a small town
Of ancient R...
Black shadows fall
From the lindens tall,
Th...
I stood on the bridge at midnight,
As the clo...
"Build me straight, O worthy Master!
Staunch...
On sunny slope and beechen swell,
The shadowe...
The day is done, and the darkness
Falls from ...
Spake full well, in language quaint and olden,...
Filled is Life's goblet to the brim;
And thou...
I heard the trailing garments of the Night
Swe...
Robert of Sicily, brother of Pope Urbane
And ...
The rocky ledge runs far into the sea,
And on...
Maiden! With the meek, brown eyes,
In whose ...
In his chamber, weak and dying,
Was the Norm...
In the valley of the Pegnitz, where across bro...
I saw, as in a dream sublime,
The balance in...
The old house by the lindens
Stood silent in t...
Listen, my children, and you shall hear
Of ...
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is bu...
The Slaver in the broad lagoon
Lay moored with...
How beautiful is the rain!
After the dust and ...
Ah! What pleasant visions haunt me
As I gaze u...
"Speak! Speak I thou fearful guest
Who, with ...
In dark fens of the Dismal Swamp
The hunted Ne...