Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems

When I compare
What I have lost with what I have gained,
What I have missed with what attained,
Little room do I find for pride.
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After so long an absence
At last we meet agin:
Does the meeting give us pleasure,
Or does it give us pain?
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The course of my long life hath reached at last,
In fragile bark o'er a tempestuous sea,
The common harbor, where must rendered be
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Southward with fleet of ice
Sailed the corsair Death;
Wild and gast blew the blast,
And the east-wind was his breath.
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STARS of the summer night!
Far in yon azure deeps,
Hide, hide your golden light!
She sleeps!
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Four by the clock! and yet not day;
But the great world rolls and wheels away,
With its cities on land, and its ships at sea,
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PLEASANTLY rose next morn the sun on the village of Grand-Pré.
Pleasantly gleamed in the soft, sweet air the Basin of Minas,
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Until we meet again! That is the meaning
Of the familiar words, that men repeat
At parting in the street.
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Gaddi mi fece; il Ponte Vecchio sono;
Cinquecent' anni giá sull' Arno pianto
Il piede, come il suo Michele Santo
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How I started up in the night, in the night,
Drawn on without rest or reprieval!
The streets, with their watchmen, were lost to my sight,
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