Day: November 30, 2022

Rain In Summer by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow     How beautiful is the rain! After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, How beautiful is the rain!  

Palingenesis by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow     I lay upon the headland-height, and listened To the incessant sobbing of the sea In caverns under me, And watched the waves, that tossed and fled and glistened,

My Lost Youth by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow     Often I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea; Often in thought go up and down The pleasant streets of that dear

Moonlight by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow   As a pale phantom with a lamp Ascends some ruin’s haunted stair, So glides the moon along the damp Mysterious chambers of the air.   Now hidden in cloud,

Midnight Mass For The Dying Year by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow   Yes, the Year is growing old, And his eye is pale and bleared! Death, with frosty hand and cold, Plucks the old man by