Longfellow Poems - Poems about Longfellow

Original text "Rainy days are like the souls Cloudy moments, casting gloom But even in the quiet drizzle There is a bloom that starts to look" Black out poem Rainy days Are the souls Quiet bloom....

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Was it the Longfellow Bridge? Massachusetts? One night we crossed a bridge on foot, Dominique, my travel friend this summer 1989, And seated we contemplated Boston at night, Summer was hot, the city friendly and joyful, We talked two hours about this new country, The lights of Boston were full of Promises, There was something soothing about America. Était-ce le pont de Longfellow...

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The Raven and the Bard -Daniel Henry Rodgers The Raven's quill drips shades of blackest night, Its haunting words, a melody of fright. The Bard's natural lines, like "Evangeline's" fair hair, Shed history's warm light to chase away all care . From shadowed chambers where dark ravens shriek, To hearthside tales that bygone glories speak; The Raven and the Bard, in Inky War...

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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow a poet,in school most come to know very much a poesy traditionalist with lyrical musicality did persist...

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Three Tribute poems-- composed by me, For Longfellow blog…. (1.) Glory Of Faith's Triumphant Golden Crowns The rays of morn took their first golden breath Dispersing powers of night's darkling mists First gleams romancing sweet the earthen shores Beating back dark shadows with glowing fists Demanding night accept its coming death! Triumphant crowns! Dawn's first yawning, a parade of...

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LONGFELLOW -Angler's Song ...

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Why can they build a three foot wide wheelchair but not a seven foot long hospital bed?...

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I Think - but don't make THINKING "your aim" - "Don't look too good ... or lose common touch" I learned from past masters, one name Is Kipling. Khalil Gibran. Thanks. Much! II He called defeat his "bold companion," To be understood "is to be leveled," without "Defeat, My Defeat," he owned loss & gain; Life & death. Prepared to dig graves within...

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Gangly Longfellow walled in Thoreau and thru... Well stocked with wordsworth lxiii numbered yesteryear born as predicted by bubba's zayda longtime seer while in utero premier ultrasound detected smudged embryonic fetus whoosh auditory proto language unclear surprisingly enough sounded analogous to murmuring... huh yepper sonneteer vaguely resembling, yes William Shakespeare though burbling, gurgling, requiring absolute zero noise to hear kickstarting, reverently warbling difficult, diligent, distinct yawping, nonetheless reckoned as dérailleur, viz swiftly tailored inchoate...

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I'm at work in the village market, sky of lapis, lawn of jade, Near the stump of the ancient chestnut where my grandpa learned his trade. I could close my eyes and still enjoy the view With a friend like you. Gotta say I'm uncertain whether there should be an empty space. If the pieces won't...

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Gangly longfellow thoreau and thru... Well stocked with wordsworth lx numbered yesteryear born as predicted by bubba's zayda longtime seer. While in utero premier ultrasound detected smudged embryonic fetus whoosh auditory proto language unclear surprisingly enough sounded analogous to murmuring... huh yepper sonneteer vaguely resembling, yes William Shakespeare though burbling, gurgling, requiring absolute zero noise to hear kickstarting, reverently warbling difficult, diligent, distinct yawping nonetheless reckoned as dérailleur, viz swiftly tailored inchoate anatomical gear hurriedly...

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Longfellow Deeds From Winchestertonfieldville Iowa Wrote throw away poems for Hallmark Cards In search of laughs But H.W. Longfellow Spoke in linguistic Espagna Of his body craving Sergovia And of a soul forged in Madrid Set to a soundtrack of Castanet An inquisition of state Lapping at the beating shores of the Mediterranean Searching for a New World to Tame Crossing the Shipping Lanes of Atlantis The Heroin is...

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My aunt was a weirdo: she talked to trees, walked around the house naked and used to read me “The Metamorphoses” by Ovid and “The Song of Hiawatha” by Longfellow as a bedtime story. “Oom-ta-ta, oom-ta-ta”, - dactyl waltzed, pages rustled and I came down dactylic stairs into my personal Hades of dreams. Beavers are in...

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Resurrecting Longfellow Relegated as a minor poet Longfellow's Psalm returns as memory from a long-ago classroom.. Is it time to look again..? Two verses may suffice.. In our real experience dreams and waking share one reality: each are manifestations of the finite mind which rises within our Self (and in astonishment for the material-minded) are made of our Self.. Indeed..this experience awakens us from slumber and at last we discover things are not...

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