Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems

Saint Augustine! well hast thou said,
That of our vices we can frame
A ladder, if we will but tread
Beneath our feet each deed of shame!
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The sea awoke at midnight from its sleep,
And round the pebbly beaches far and wide
I heard the first wave of the rising tide
Rush onward with uninterrupted sweep;
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By the shore of Gitche Gumee,
By the shining Big-Sea-Water,
At the doorway of his wigwam,
In the pleasant Summer morning,
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Two good friends had Hiawatha,
Singled out from all the others,
Bound to him in closest union,
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A wind came up out of the sea,
And said, 'O mists, make room for me.'
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One day, Haroun Al Raschid read
A book wherein the poet said:--

"Where are the kings, and where the rest
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You shall hear how Hiawatha
Prayed and fasted in the forest,
Not for greater skill in hunting,
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St. Botolph's Town! Hither across the plains
And fens of Lincolnshire, in garb austere,
There came a Saxon monk, and founded here
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PRELUDE.

Pleasant it was, when woods were green,
And winds were soft and low,
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The summer sun is sinking low;
Only the tree-tops redden and glow:
Only the weathercock on the spire
Of the neighboring church is a flame of fire;
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