Tell me not, in mournful numbers, …
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
When the summer fields are mown, …
An old man in a lodge within a park; …
Oft have I seen at some cathedral door …
The shades of night were falling fast, …
I heard the trailing garments of the Night …
The young Endymion sleeps Endymion's sleep; …
Half of my life is gone, and I have let …
I pace the sounding sea-beach and behold …
"O Cæsar, we who are about to die …
Often I think of the beautiful town …
As a fond mother, when the day is o'er, …
In the valley of the Pegnitz, where across broad meadow-lands …
When descends on the Atlantic …
A vision as of crowded city streets, …
Southward with fleet of ice …
Out of the bosom of the Air, …
I shot an arrow into the air, …
This is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, …
What say the Bells of San Blas …
I stood on the bridge at midnight, …
"Build me straight, O worthy Master! …
Between the dark and the daylight, …
In the long, sleepless watches of the night, …
The day is done, and the darkness …
We sat within the farm-house old, …
How strange it seems! These Hebrews in their graves, …
Saint Augustine! well hast thou said, …
Listen, my children, and you shall hear …
The night is come, but not too soon; …
Somewhat back from the village street …
“Speak! speak! thou fearful guest! …
Three Kings came riding from far away, …
The tide rises, the tide falls, …
Under a spreading chestnut-tree …
In Ocean's wide domains, …
It was the schooner Hesperus, …
There was a little girl, …
With favoring winds, o'er sunlit seas, …