Henry Wadsworth Longfellow ( 10 of 238 )
And the fireflies, Wah-wah-taysee,
Waved their torches to mislead him.
And the fireflies, Wah-wah-taysee,
Waved their torches to mislead him.
This is the forest primeval.
This is the forest primeval.
The things that have been and shall be no more,
The things that are, and that hereafter shall be,
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The things that have been and shall be no more,
The things that are, and that hereafter shall be,
The things that might have been, and yet were not,
The fading twilight of joys departed.
The swallow is come!
The swallow is come!
O, fair are the seasons, and light
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The swallow is come!
The swallow is come!
O, fair are the seasons, and light
Are the days that she brings,
With her dusky wings,
And her bosom snowy white!
You behold in me
Only a travelling Physician;
One of the few who have a mission
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You behold in me
Only a travelling Physician;
One of the few who have a mission
To cure incurable diseases,
Or those that are called so.
Ah! vainest of all things
Is the gratitude of kings.
Ah! vainest of all things
Is the gratitude of kings.
A region of repose it seems,
A place of slumber and of dreams.
A region of repose it seems,
A place of slumber and of dreams.
There is no grief like the grief that does not speak
There is no grief like the grief that does not speak
It is a dream, sweet child! a waking dream,
A blissful certainty, a vision bright,
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It is a dream, sweet child! a waking dream,
A blissful certainty, a vision bright,
Of that rare happiness, which even on earth
Heaven gives to those it loves.
And the wind plays on those great sonorous harps, the shrouds and
masts of ships.
And the wind plays on those great sonorous harps, the shrouds and
masts of ships.
