 WE sat within the farmhouse old, Whose windows, looking o'er the bay, Gave to the sea-breeze, damp and cold, An easy entrance, night and day. Not far away we saw the port, — The strange, old-fashioned, silent town, — The lighthouse, — the dismantled...  The North Shore of Massachusetts Bay: An Illustrated Guide and History of ... - Page 11by Benjamin D. Hill, Winfield S. Nevins - 1880 - 100 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Literature - 1849 - 648 pages
...wa» the last of the family." From Graham'* Magazine. THE FIRE OF DRIFT-WOOD. BY П. W. LONGFELLOW. WE sat within the farm-house old, Whose windows, looking...dismantled fort — The wooden houses quaint and brown. We sat and talked until the night Descending filled the little room ; Our faces faded from the sight,... | |
 | William Howitt - 1848 - 432 pages
...OF DRIFT-WOOD BY HENRY W. LONGFELLOW. WE sat within the farm house old, Whose windows looking o'cr the bay, Gave to the sea-breeze damp and cold, An...dismantled fort, — The wooden houses quaint and brown. We sat and talked until the night Descending filled the little room ; Our faces faded from the sight,... | |
 | 1848 - 808 pages
...within the farm-house old, Whose windows looking o'er ihe, bay, Gave to the tea-breeze, damp and coltl, An easy entrance, night and day. Not far away we saw...dismantled fort, — The wooden houses, quaint and brown. We sat and talked until the night Descending filled the little room ¡ Our fnees fudt'd from the sight,... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - American poetry - 1850 - 476 pages
...floating bridge the ocean span ; Be mine to guard this light from all eclipse, THE FIRE OF DRIFT-WOOD. WE sat within the farm-house old, Whose windows, looking...dismantled fort, — The wooden houses, quaint and brown. We sat and talked until the night, Descending, 611ed the little room ; Our faces faded from the sight,... | |
 | William Henry Channing - Christian sociology - 1850 - 706 pages
...cold, An easy entrance, night and day. Hot far away we saw the port— The strange, old-fashion<:d, silent town — The light-house — the dismantled fort — The wooden houses, quaint and brown. We eat and talked until the night Descending filled the little room; Our faces faded from the sight,... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1851 - 596 pages
...guard this light from all eclipse, Be yours to bring man nearer unto man !" THE FIRE OF DRIFT-WOOD. WE sat within the farm-house old, Whose windows, looking o'er the bay, Not far away we saw the port, — The strange, old-fashioned, silent town, — The light-house, —... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - American poetry - 1852 - 256 pages
...D1UFT-WOOD, WE sat within the farm-house old, AVhose windows, looking o'er the hay, Gave to the sea-hreeze, damp and cold, An easy entrance, night and day. Not...dismantled fort, — The wooden houses, quaint and brown. We sat and talked until the night, Descending, filled the little room ; Our faces faded from the sight,... | |
 | Samuel Longfellow - Literary Criticism - 1853 - 228 pages
...rest as deep as now To land, and sea, and air, thy presence brings. STERLING. THE FIRE OF DRIFT-WOOD. WE sat within the farm-house old, Whose windows, looking...dismantled fort, — The wooden houses, quaint and brown. We sat and talked until the night, Descending, filled the little room ; Our faces faded from the sight,... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1853 - 470 pages
...guard this light from all eclipse, Be yours to bring man nearer unto man ! " THE FIRE OF DRIFT-WOOD. WE sat within the farm-house old, Whose windows, looking...dismantled fort, — The wooden houses, quaint and brown. We sat and talked until the night, Descending, filled the little room ; Our faces faded from the sight,... | |
 | Samuel Longfellow - Literary Criticism - 1853 - 228 pages
...rest as deep as now To land, and sea, and air, thy presence brings. STERLING. THE FIRE OF DRIFT-WOOD. WE sat within the farm-house old, Whose windows, looking...dismantled fort, — The wooden houses, quaint and brown. We sat and talked until the night, Descending, filled the little room ; Our faces faded from the sight,... | |
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