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Olger the Dane and Desiderio, King of the Lombards, on a lofty… Stood gazing northward o’er the ro… League after league of harvests, t… Of the snow-crested Alps, and saw…
‘Hast thou seen that lordly castle… That Castle by the Sea? Golden and red above it The clouds float gorgeously. ’And fain it would stoop downward
Allah gives light in darkness, Allah gives rest in pain, Cheeks that are white with weeping Allah paints red again. The flowers and the blossoms withe…
I like that ancient Saxon phrase,… The burial-ground God’s-Acre! It… It consecrates each grave within i… And breathes a benison o’er the sl… God’s-Acre! Yes, that blessed nam…
My soul its secret hath, my life t… A love eternal in a moment’s space… Hopeless the evil is, I have not… And she who was the cause nor knew… Alas! I shall have passed close b…
A handful of red sand, from the ho… Of Arab deserts brought, Within this glass becomes the spy… The minister of Thought. How many weary centuries has it be…
MANY a weary year had passed sin… When on the falling tide the freig… Bearing a nation, with all its hou… Exile without an end, and without… Far asunder, on separate coasts, t…
When descends on the Atlantic The gigantic Storm—wind of the equinox, Landward in his wrath he scourges The toiling surges,
We sat within the farm—house old, Whose windows, looking o’er the ba… Gave to the sea—breeze damp and co… An easy entrance, night and day. Not far away we saw the port,
Two good friends had Hiawatha, Singled out from all the others, Bound to him in closest union, And to whom he gave the right hand Of his heart, in joy and sorrow;
And now along the horizon’s edge Mountains of cloud uprose, Black as with forests underneath, Above their sharp and jagged teeth Were white as drifted snows.
Steer, bold mariner, on! albeit wi… And the steersman drop idly his ha… Ever, ever to westward! There mus… If it but lie distinct, luminous l… Trust to the God that leads thee,…
When first in ancient time, from… The tuneful anthem filled the morn… To sacred hymnings and elysian son… His music-breathing sehll the mins… Devotion breathed aloud from every…
Thou comest, Autumn, heralded by… With banners, by great gales inces… Brighter than brightest silks of… And stately oxen harnessed to thy… Thou standest, like imperial Char…
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewi… How the handsome Yenadizze Danced at Hiawatha’s wedding; How the gentle Chibiabos, He the sweetest of musicians,