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The Challenge. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Third)
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I have a vague remembrance Of a story, that is told In some ancient Spanish legend Or chronicle of old. It was when brave King Sanchez Was before...Rate it:

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The Emperor's Bird's-Nest. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Once the Emperor Charles of Spain, With his swarthy, grave commanders, I forget in what campaign, Long besieged, in mud and rain, Some old frontier...Rate it:

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The Emperor's Glove. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth)
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
On St. Bavon's tower, commanding Half of Flanders, his domain, Charles the Emperor once was standing, While beneath him on the landing Stood Duke A...Rate it:

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The Fiftieth Birthday Of Agassiz. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It was fifty years ago In the pleasant month of May, In the beautiful Pays de Vaud, A child in its cradle lay. And Nature, the old nurse, took Th...Rate it:

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The Haunted Chamber. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Third)
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Each heart has its haunted chamber, Where the silent moonlight falls! On the floor are mysterious footsteps, There are whispers along the walls! A...Rate it:

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The Herons Of Elmwood. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth)
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Warm and still is the summer night, As here by the river's brink I wander; White overhead are the stars, and white The glimmering lamps on the hill...Rate it:

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The Ladder Of St. Augustine. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Saint Augustine! well hast thou said, That of our vices we can frame A ladder, if we will but tread Beneath our feet each deed of shame! All commo...Rate it:

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The Leap Of Roushan Beg. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth)
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Mounted on Kyrat strong and fleet, His chestnut steed with four white feet, Roushan Beg, called Kurroglou, Son of the road and bandit chief, Seekin...Rate it:

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The Phantom Ship. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In Mather's Magnalia Christi, Of the old colonial time, May be found in prose the legend That is here set down in rhyme. A ship sailed from New Ha...Rate it:

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The Ropewalk. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In that building, long and low, With its windows all a-row, Like the port-holes of a hulk, Human spiders spin and spin, Backward down their threads...Rate it:

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The Sermon Of St. Francis. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth)
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Up soared the lark into the air, A shaft of song, a wingéd prayer, As if a soul released from pain Were flying back to heaven again. St. Francis ...Rate it:

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The Two Angels. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Two angels, one of Life and one of Death, Passed o'er our village as the morning broke; The dawn was on their faces, and beneath, The sombre houses...Rate it:

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The Warden Of The Cinque Ports. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
A mist was driving down the British Channel, The day was just begun, And through the window-panes, on floor and panel, Streamed the red autumn sun....Rate it:

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Travels By The Fireside. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth)
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The ceaseless rain is falling fast, And yonder gilded vane, Immovable for three days past, Points to the misty main, It drives me in upon myself ...Rate it:

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Upon This Passage In Scaligeriana
Matthew Prior
When you with High-Dutch Heeren dine, Expect false Latin and stum'd wine: They never taste who always drink; They always talk who never think. ...Rate it:

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Victor Galbraith. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Under the walls of Monterey At daybreak the bugles began to play, Victor Galbraith! In the mist of the morning damp and gray, These were the words ...Rate it:

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Weariness. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Second)
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
O little feet! that such long years Must wander on through hopes and fears, Must ache and bleed beneath your load; I, nearer to the wayside inn Whe...Rate it:

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The Greatest sin
Nikhil Parekh
Having supremely spell binding eyes was simply not a sin at all; but pretending that you were gruesomely blind; unable to see a step further even a...Rate it:

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The Next Time Do Remember; O! Bigoted Man
Nikhil Parekh
The next time you lecherously stare at an innocent woman; remember that there might be someone as devilish as you in the fathomless world; who migh...Rate it:

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Prelude
Mathilde Blind
What a twitter! what a tumult! what a whirr of wheeling wings! Birds of Passage hear the message which the Equinoctial brings. Birds of Passage ...Rate it:

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The Humane Mikado
William Schwenck Gilbert
A more humane Mikado never Did in Japan exist; To nobody second, I'm certainly reckoned A true philanthropist. It is my very humane endeavour To ma...Rate it:

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An Address to Shakespeare
William Topaz McGonagall
Immortal! William Shakespeare, there's none can you excel, You have drawn out your characters remarkably well, Which is delightful for to see enact...Rate it:

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Crumble-Hall
Mary Leapor
When Friends or Fortune frown on Mira's Lay, Or gloomy Vapours hide the Lamp of Day; With low'ring Forehead, and with aching Limbs, Oppress'd wit...Rate it:

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Herve Riel
Robert Browning
On the sea and at the Hogue, sixteen hundred ninety two, Did the English fight the French,--woe to France! And, the thirty-first of May, helter-ske...Rate it:

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Cent mille hommes, criblés d'obus et de mitraille
Victor Marie Hugo
Cent mille hommes, criblés d'obus et de mitraille, Cent mille hommes, couchés sur un champ de bataille, Tombés pour leur pays par leur mort agrandi...Rate it:

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