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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Fin POEMS BECALMED . BECALMED upon the
sea of Thought , Still unattained the land it sought , My mind , with loosely -
hanging sails , Lies waiting the auspicious gales . Blow , breath of inspiration ,
blow !
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Fin POEMS BECALMED . BECALMED upon the
sea of Thought , Still unattained the land it sought , My mind , with loosely -
hanging sails , Lies waiting the auspicious gales . Blow , breath of inspiration ,
blow !
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Or in Thebes , the hundred - gated , In the thoroughfare Breathing , as if
consecrated , A diviner air ; Thine , O priest of Egypt , lately Found I in the vast ,
Weed - encumbered , sombre , stately , Grave - yard of the Past ; And a presence
moved ...
Or in Thebes , the hundred - gated , In the thoroughfare Breathing , as if
consecrated , A diviner air ; Thine , O priest of Egypt , lately Found I in the vast ,
Weed - encumbered , sombre , stately , Grave - yard of the Past ; And a presence
moved ...
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These are my heralds , and behold ! my name Is written in blossoms on the
hawthorntrees . I tell the mariner when to sail the seas ; I waft o'er all the land
from far away The breath and bloom of the Hesperides , My birthplace . I am Maia
.
These are my heralds , and behold ! my name Is written in blossoms on the
hawthorntrees . I tell the mariner when to sail the seas ; I waft o'er all the land
from far away The breath and bloom of the Hesperides , My birthplace . I am Maia
.
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My emblem is the Lion , and I breathe The breath of Libyan deserts o'er the land ;
My sickle as a sabre I unsheathe , And bent before me the pale harvests stand .
The lakes and rivers shrink at my command , And there is thirst and fever in the ...
My emblem is the Lion , and I breathe The breath of Libyan deserts o'er the land ;
My sickle as a sabre I unsheathe , And bent before me the pale harvests stand .
The lakes and rivers shrink at my command , And there is thirst and fever in the ...
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As a summer wind upheaves The innumerable leaves In the bosom of a wood , -
Not as separate leaves , but massed All together by the blast , So for evil or for
good His resistless breath upheaved All at once the many - leaved , Many ...
As a summer wind upheaves The innumerable leaves In the bosom of a wood , -
Not as separate leaves , but massed All together by the blast , So for evil or for
good His resistless breath upheaved All at once the many - leaved , Many ...
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