Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

After a day of cloud and wind and rain
Sometimes the setting sun breaks out again,
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After a day of cloud and wind and rain
Sometimes the setting sun breaks out again,
And touching all the darksome woods with light,
Smiles on the fields until they laugh and sing,
Then like a ruby from the horizon's ring,
Drops down into the night.

Tell your master that if there were as many devils at Worms as
tiles on its roofs, I would read more

Tell your master that if there were as many devils at Worms as
tiles on its roofs, I would enter.

The sparrows chirped as if they still were proud
Their race in Holy Writ should mentioned be.
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The sparrows chirped as if they still were proud
Their race in Holy Writ should mentioned be.
- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow,

Very hot and still the air was,
Very smooth the gliding river,
Motionless the sleeping shadows.

Very hot and still the air was,
Very smooth the gliding river,
Motionless the sleeping shadows.

He the sweetest of all singers.

He the sweetest of all singers.