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In the Old Colony days, in Plymo… To and fro in a room of his simple… Clad in doublet and hose, and boot… Strode, with a martial air, Miles… Buried in thought he seemed, with…
Loke sat and thought, till his dar… With joy at the deed he’d done; When Sif looked into the crystal… Her courage was wellnigh gone. For never again her soft amber hai…
When winter winds are piercing chi… And through the hawthorn blows the… With solemn feet I tread the hill… That overbrows the lonely vale. O’er the bare upland, and away
Lo! in the paintedoriel of the We… Whose panes the sunken sun incarna… Like a fair lady at her casement,… The evening star, the star of love… And then anon she doth herself div…
Sweet faces, that from pictured ca… As from a castle window, looking d… On some gay pageant passing throug… Yourselves the fairest figures in… With what a gentle grace, with wha…
Come to me, O ye children! For I hear you at your play, And the questions that perplexed m… Have vanished quite away. Ye open the eastern windows,
Out of childhood into manhood Now had grown my Hiawatha, Skilled in all the craft of hunter… Learned in all the lore of old men… In all youthful sports and pastime…
Lull me to sleep, ye winds, whose… Seems from some faint Aeolian har… Seal up the hundred wakeful eyes o… As Hermes with his lyre in sleep… The hundred wakeful eyes of Argus…
The twilight is sad and cloudy, The wind blows wild and free, And like the wings of sea—birds Flash the white caps of the sea. But in the fisherman’s cottage
Spring is coming, birds are twitte… And the loosened torrents downward… Glowing like the cheek of Freya,… And in human hearts awaken love of… Now will hunt the ancient monarch,…
In those days the Evil Spirits, All the Manitos of mischief, Fearing Hiawatha’s wisdom, And his love for Chibiabos, Jealous of their faithful friendsh…
‘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
I heard the bells on Christmas Da… Their old familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on earth, good-will to me…
Listen, my children, and you shall… Of the midnight ride of Paul Reve… On the eighteenth of April, in Se… Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and…
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,…