Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THREE FRIENDS OF MINE: 4; SONNET, by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: River, that stealest with silent pace Last Line: To cover up the embers that still burn. Variant Title(s): Felton And Sumner Subject(s): Cambridge, Massachusetts | ||||||||
River, that stealest with such silent pace Around the City of the Dead, where lies A friend who bore thy name, and whom these eyes Shall see no more in his accustomed place, Linger and fold him in thy soft embrace And say good night, for now the western skies Are red with sunset, and gray mists arise Like damps that gather on a dead man's face. Good night! good night! as we so oft have said Beneath this roof at midnight, in the days That are no more, and shall no more return. Thou hast but taken thy lamp and gone to bed; I stay a little longer, as one stays To cover up the embers that still burn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BOSTON YEAR by ELIZABETH ALEXANDER SONNET - REALITIES: 1 by EDWARD ESTLIN CUMMINGS IN THE CHURCHYARD AT CAMBRIDGE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ST. JOHN'S, CAMBRIDGE; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE BRIDGE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE HERONS OF ELMWOOD by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THREE FRIENDS OF MINE: 5; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE SPHINX AT MOUNT AUBURN by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES A BALLAD OF THE FRENCH FLEET; OCTOBER, 1746 by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |
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