Snow-flakesOut of the bosom of the air ( Read more... )

The Skeleton In Armor"Speak! speak! thou fearful guest ( Read more... )

I shot an arrow into the air ( Read more... )

Snow-Flakes Out of the bosom of the Air ( Read more... )

I'm recalling a poem given as an address by a late 19th Century poet at an eminent university's class reunion. I thought it was by Gerard Manley Hopkins, but my search of his canon thus far is failing to stir up the exact piece ( Read more... )

The Fire of Driftwoodby Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1848 ( Read more... )

The Tide Rises The Tide Falls
The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
Along the sea-sands damp and brown
The traveler hastens toward the town,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.
Darkness settles on roofs and walls,
But the sea, the sea in darkness calls;
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PAUL REVERE'S RIDE

HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW

April 18, 1775
This poem is the "Landlord's Tale," the first of the "Tales of a Wayside Inn."

Listen, my children, and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five:
Hardly a man is now alive
Who remembers that famous day and year. ( Read more... )

O sweet illusions of song ( Read more... )

Yeah. I don't like 'old' poems. But this one's an exception.

The Light of Stars
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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