Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

(27 February 1807 – 24 March 1882 / Portland, Maine)

The Old Bridge At Florence - Poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Taddeo Gaddi built me. I am old,
Five centuries old. I plant my foot of stone
Upon the Arno, as St. Michael's own
Was planted on the dragon. Fold by fold
Beneath me as it struggles. I behold
Its glistening scales. Twice hath it overthrown
My kindred and companions. Me alone
It moveth not, but is by me controlled.
I can remember when the Medici
Were driven from Florence; longer still ago
The final wars of Ghibelline and Guelf.
Florence adorns me with her jewelry;
And when I think that Michael Angelo
Hath leaned on me, I glory in myself.

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  • Gold Star - 68,481 Points Fabrizio Frosini (11/15/2015 2:38:00 PM)

    il Ponte Vecchio.. the ancient, wonderful bridge is one of major symbols of Florence.. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 30, 2010

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