by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
No sound of wheels or hoof-beat breaks The silence of the summer day, As by the loveliest of all lakes I while the idle hours away. I pace the leafy colonnade Where level branches of the… Read the rest
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A Shadow
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I said unto myself, if I were dead, What would befall these children? What would be Their fate, who now are looking up to me For help and furtherance? Their lives, I said, Would be a… Read the rest
A Summer Day By The Sea
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The sun is set; and in his latest beams Yon little cloud of ashen gray and gold, Slowly upon the amber air unrolled, The falling mantle of the Prophet seems. From the dim headlands many a… Read the rest
Auf Wiedersehen. – In Memory Of J.T.F.
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Until we meet again! That is the meaning Of the familiar words, that men repeat At parting in the street. Ah yes, till then! but when death intervening Rends us asunder, with what ceaseless pain We… Read the rest
Autumn
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
With what a glory comes and goes the year! The buds of spring, those beautiful harbingers Of sunny skies and cloudless times, enjoy Life's newness, and earth's garniture spread out; And when the silver habit of… Read the rest