The Wadsworth-Longfellow House: Longfellow's Old Home, Portland, Maine; Its History and Its Occupants

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Lakeside printing Company, 1908 - Portland (Me.) - 40 pages
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Page 35 - In their graves o'erlooking the tranquil bay Where they in battle died. And the sound of that mournful song Goes through me with a thrill: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.' I can see the breezy dome of groves, The shadows of Deering's Woods
Page 35 - The sunrise gun, with its hollow roar, The drum-beat repeated o'er and o'er, And the bugle wild and shrill. And the music of that old song Throbs in my memory still: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.' I remember the sea-fight far away,
Page 20 - in it. * * * Whether Nature has given me any capacity for knowledge or not, she has at any rate given me a very strong predilection for literary pursuits, and I am almost confident in believing that if I can ever rise in the world it must be by the exercise of my talent in the wide field of literature.
Page 35 - Often I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea ; Often in thought go up and down The pleasant streets of that dear old town, And my youth comes back to me. And a verse of a Lapland song Is haunting my memory still: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts. I can see the shadowy
Page 20 - Cold, cold is the north wind and rude is the blast That sweeps like a hurricane loudly and fast, As it moans through the tall waving pines lone and drear, Sighs a requiem sad o'er the warrior's bier. The war-whoop is still and the savage's yell Has sunk into silence along the wild dell; The din of
Page 7 - He, the young and strong, who cherished Noble longings for the strife, By the roadside fell and perished, Weary with the march of life.
Page 20 - The fact is, I most eagerly aspire after future eminence in literature; my whole soul burns most ardently for it and every earthly thought centers in it.
Page 5 - We may build more splendid habitations, Fill our rooms with paintings and with sculptures, But we cannot buy with gold the old associations.
Page 9 - Imagine to yourself a man of middle age, well proportioned, with a military air, and who carried himself so truly that many thought him tall. His dress, a bright scarlet coat, buff small clothes and vest, full ruffled bosom, ruffles over the hands, white stockings, shoes with silver buckles,
Page 34 - I lay down in one of the embrasures and listened to the lashing, lulling sound of the sea just at my feet. It was a beautiful afternoon and the harbor was full of white sails, coming and departing. Meditated a poem on the Old Fort.

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