Day: November 26, 2022

Flowers by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow   Spake full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth’s firmament

Elegiac by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow   Dark is the morning with mist; in the narrow mouth of the harbor Motionless lies the sea, under its curtain of cloud; Dreamily glimmer the sails of ships on

Drinking Song – Inscription For An Antique Pitcher by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow   Come, old friend! sit down and listen! From the pitcher, placed between us, How the waters laugh and glisten In the head

Decoration Day by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow   Sleep, comrades, sleep and rest On this Field of the Grounded Arms, Where foes no more molest, Nor sentry’s shot alarms!   Ye have slept on the ground

Daybreak by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow   A wind came up out of the sea, And said, “O mists, make room for me.”   It hailed the ships, and cried, “Sail on, Ye mariners, the night