The Slave's Dream, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Beside the ungathered rice he lay,
His sickle...
Beside the ungathered rice he lay,
His sickle...
There is a quiet spirit in these woods,
That ...
Take them, O Death! And bear away
Whatever th...
I heard a voice, that cried,
"Balder the Bea...
Dear child! How radiant on thy mother's knee,
...
Gloomy and dark art thou, O chief of the might...
Under a spreading chestnut-tree
The village sm...
Beware! The Israelite of old, who tore
The li...
It was the schooner Hesperus,
That sailed th...
About the Shark, phlegmatical one,
Pale sot ...
Mortally wounded at Chancellorsville
--May, 1...
Westward the pillars slender
Of Hercules it la...
Traffic was stirring;
Slow hum was red carria...
Far out beyond the furrowed seas they lie,
Th...
So long the rain-clouds saddening lay
Across t...
Buffeted by the world's unequal strife,
And h...
Lest you should think that verse shall die,
W...
Descended of an ancient line,
That long the T...
The wing of separation
Bore me away;
The flu...
Enchanting scenes o'er Afric's mystic land
Sin...
WEAPONS OF WAR AND CHASE They hang on the carv...
Now in the fading woods, the Autumn blast
Cha...
The year is well-nigh ended, the leaf is sere ...
Wild was the night, yet a wilder night,
Hung...
Grey Church! The Twilight's dying fire
Hath fa...