Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Girl Poems

There was a little girl,
Who had a little curl,
Right in the middle of her forehead.
When she was good,
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Most beautiful, most gentle! Yet how lost
To all that gladdens the fair earth; the eye
That watched her being; the maternal care
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The Slaver in the broad lagoon
Lay moored with idle sail;
He waited for the rising moon,
And for the evening gale.
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At the foot of the mountain height
Where is perched Castel Cuille,
When the apple, the plum, and the almond tree
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