Henry Wadsworth Longfellow; a biographical sketch (1882) (14597637519)

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Title: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow; a biographical sketch
Year: 1882 (1880s)
Authors: Underwood, Francis Henry, 1825-1894
Subjects: Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth, 1807-1882
Publisher: Boston, J. R. Osgood and company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress



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ered the case, and the poetwas soon installed in the room that had beenWashingtons. This was the somewhat oddbeginning of a residence that ended onlywith the poets life.1 The house and its occupants will be re-ferred to again; but it is proper to quotehere two passages from Hyperion to showthe deep yet tranquil delight which he en-joyed in looking out upon the broad land-scape that stretched southward and westwardfrom his new home. The opposite field isstill open to the river, but the view on eitherhand has been cut off in later years by theerection of houses. I sit at the open window, .... and hear onlythe voice of the summer wind. Like black hulks,the shadows of the great trees ride at anchoron the billowy sea of grass. I cannot see the red 1 During her last sickness Mrs. Craigie one day sent forMr. Longfellow, and, remembering what her brilliant attrac-tions had been, said, Now that you have seen me a shriv-elled old woman, you will never marry! You see what beautycomes to at last.
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A BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH, 81 and blue flowers, but I know that they are there.Far away in the meadow gleams the silver Charles.The tramp of horses hoofs sounds from the woodenbridge. Then all is still, save the continuous wind of the summer night The village clock strikes; and I feel that I am not alone. 111 sit here at my pleasant chamber-window, andenjoy the balmy air of a bright summer morning,and watch the motions of the golden robin, that sitson its swinging nest on the outermost pendulousbranch of yonder elm. The broad meadows andthe steel-blue river remind me of the meadows ofUnterseen and the river Aar; and beyond themrise magnificent snow-white clouds piled up likeAlps. Thus the shades of Washington and WilliamTell seem to walk together on these Elysian Fields ;for it was here that, in days long gone, our greatpatriot dwelt; and yonder clouds so much resemblethe snowy Alps that they remind me irresistibly ofthe Swiss. The house was much visited then and af-terwards by the curiou