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And winds were soft and low,To lie amid some sylvan scene,Where, the long drooping boughs betweenShadows dark and sunlight sheenAlternate come and go;Or where the denser grove receivesNo sunlight from aboveBut the dark foliage interweavesIn one unbroken roof of leaves,Underneath whose sloping eavesThe shadows hardly move.Beneath some patriarchal treeI lay upon the ground;His hoary arms…

And woods were brightened, and soft galesWent forth to kiss the sun-clad vales.The clouds were far beneath me; bathed in light,They gathered midway round the wooded height,And, in their fading glory, shoneLike hosts in battle overthrown.As many a pinnacle, with shifting glance.Through the gray mist thrust up its shattered lance,And rocking on the cliff was…

Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi.‘O Cæsar, we who are about to dieSalute you! ‘ was the gladiators’ cryIn the arena, standing face to faceWith death and with the Roman populace.O ye familiar scenes,- ye groves of pine,That once were mine and are no longer mine,-Thou river, widening through the meadows greenTo the vast sea, so near…

I forget in what campaign,Long besieged, in mud and rain,Some old frontier town of Flanders.Up and down the dreary camp,In great boots of Spanish leather,Striding with a measured tramp,These Hidalgos, dull and damp,Cursed the Frenchmen, cursed the weather.Thus as to and fro they went,Over upland and through hollow,Giving their impatience vent,Perched upon the Emperor’s tent,In…

And near the story’s end a deep,Sonorous sound at times was heard,As when the distant bagpipes blow.At this all laughed; the Landlord stirred,As one awaking from a swound,And, gazing anxiously around,Protested that he had not slept,But only shut his eyes, and keptHis ears attentive to each word.Then all arose, and said ‘Good Night.’Alone remained the…

Growing by the rushing river,Tall and stately in the valley!I a light canoe will build me,Build a swift Cheemaun for sailing,That shall float on the river,Like a yellow leaf in Autumn,Like a yellow water-lily!‘Lay aside your cloak, O Birch-tree!Lay aside your white-skin wrapper,For the Summer-time is coming,And the sun is warm in heaven,And you need…