II.

"I heard the trailing garments of the Night
Sweep through her marble halls!"

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VII.

"A vessel as goodly, and strong, and staunch,
As ever weathered a wintry sea!"

VIII.

IX.

"Beside the Master, when he spoke,
A youth, against an anchor leaning."
"And when the hot, long day was o'er,
The young man at the Master's door
Sat with the maiden calm and still."

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BIRKET FOSTER. 36

X.

XI.

"And around the bows and along the side
The heavy hammers and mallets plied."
"With one exulting, joyous bound,
She leaps into the ocean's arms!"

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BIRKET FOSTER. 44

XVII.

"In that great cloister's stillness and seclusion,
By guardian angels led."

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XXI. "The second, with a bearded face,
Stood singing in the market place."

XXII. "A gray, old man, the third and last,
Sang in cathedrals dim and vast."

XXV.

"He crouched in the rank and tangled grass,
Like a wild beast in his lair."

Sounds from the threshing-floor the busy flail."

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XLI.

"O'er the bare upland, and away

Through the long reach of desert woods."

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XLII.

"And the wild horn, whose voice the woodland fills,

Was ringing to the merry shout,

That faint and far the glen sent out."

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XLIII.

"In the green valley, where the silver brook,
From its full laver, pours the white cascade."

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XLVI.

XLVII.

XLVIII.
XLIX.

L.

LI.

MISCELLANEOUS POEMS.

"Under a spreading chesnut tree
The village smithy stands."

"He hears his daughter's voice
Singing in the village choir."
"The rising moon has hid the stars."
Diana.

"The sun is bright, the air is clear,

The darting swallows soar and sing." "This is the field and Acre of our God,

This is the place, where human harvests grow!" BIRKET FOSTER. 169

LIV.

"In the market place of Bruges stands the belfry old
and brown."

LV.

"This is the place. Stand still, my steed,

His pastures, and his fields of grain,"

LIX. "With what a look of proud command
Thou shakest in thy little hand
The coral rattle with its silver bells."

LX.

Residence of H. W. Longfellow, (formerly occupied

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JANE E. BENHAM. 208

by Washington.)

LXI. "Thou comest back to parley with repose."
LXII. "The moon was pallid, but not faint;
And beautiful as some fair saint."

LXIII. "I stood on the bridge at midnight."

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BIRKET FOSTER. 215

BIRKET FOSTER. 220

VOICES OF THE NIGHT.