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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ELIOT'S OAK; SONNET, by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Thou ancient oak! Whose myriad leaves are loud Last Line: And is forgotten, save by thee alone. Subject(s): Natick, Massachusetts; Oak Trees | |||
THOU ancient oak! whose myriad leaves are loud With sounds of unintelligible speech, Sounds as of surges on a shingly beach, Or multitudinous murmurs of a crowd; With some mysterious gift of tongues endowed, Thou speakest a different dialect to each; To me a language that no man can teach, Of a lost race, long vanished like a cloud. For underneath thy shade, in days remote, Seated like Abraham at eventide Beneath the oaks of Mamre, the unknown Apostle of the Indians, Eliot, wrote His Bible in a language that hath died And is forgotten, save by thee alone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DRUNKEN WINTER by JOSEPH CERAVOLO THE BRAVE OLD OAK by HENRY FOTHERGILL CHORLEY THE HAUNTED OAK by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE SOWER AND HIS SEED by WILLIAM EDWARD HARTPOLE LECKY A BALLAD OF THE FRENCH FLEET; OCTOBER, 1746 by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |
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