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The Meeting by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Posted on January 23, 2018 by Russell Boyle

After so long an absence At last we meet again: Does the meeting give us pleasure, Or does it give us pain? The tree of life has been shaken, And but few of us linger now, Like the Prophet’s two … Continue reading →

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Aftermath by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Posted on September 5, 2017 by Russell Boyle

When the summer fields are mown, When the birds are fledged and flown, And the dry leaves strew the path; With the falling of the snow, With the cawing of the crow, Once again the fields we mow And gather … Continue reading →

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The Day is Done by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Posted on October 2, 2016 by Russell Boyle

The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And … Continue reading →

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Shakespeare by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Posted on November 4, 2012 by Russell Boyle

A vision as of crowded city streets, With human life in endless overflow; Thunder of thoroughfares; trumpets that blow To battle; clamor, in obscure retreats, Of sailors landed from their anchored fleets; Tolling of bells in turrets, and below Voices … Continue reading →

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A Psalm of Life by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Posted on October 17, 2012 by Russell Boyle

What The Heart Of The Young Man Said To The Psalmist. Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! … Continue reading →

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The Arrow and the Song by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Posted on October 2, 2012 by Russell Boyle

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, … Continue reading →

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