Henry Wadsworth Longfellow- My favorite Poet
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The Arrow and the Song:
I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.
I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of song?
Long, long afterward, in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend. -
Four By The Clock:
Four by the clock! And yet not day;
But the great world roll amd wheels away,
With its cities on land, and its ships at sea,
Into the dawn that is to be!
Only the lamp in the anchored bark*
Sends its glimmer across the dark,
And the heavy breathing of the sea
Is the only sound that comes to me.
*A boat -
Fragments:
December 18, 1847
Soft throught the silent air descent the feathery snow-flakes;
White are the distant hills, white are the neighboring fields;
Only the marshes are brown, and the river rolling among them
Weareth the leaden hue seen in the eyes of the blind. -
Haroun Al Raschid:
One day, Haroun Al Raschid read
A book wherein the poet said:---
"Where are the kings, and where the rest
Of those who once the world possessed?
"They're gone with all their pomp and show
They're gone the way that thou shalt go.
"O though who chooses for thy share
The world, and what the world calls fair,
"Take all that it can give or lend,
But know that death is at the end!"
Haroun Al Raschid bowed his head:
Tears fell apon the page he read. -
I dare you to post "Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie."
That was my ninth-grade nightmare. -
Nah. Is it a Henry Wadsworth Longfellow poem?
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