The Fire Of Drift-Wood By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)

Devereux Farm, Near Marblehead     We sat within the farm-house old,         Whose windows, looking o’er the bay,     Gave to the sea-breeze, damp and cold,         An easy entrance, night and day.     Not far away we saw the port,         The strange, old-fashioned, silent town,     The lighthouse, the dismantled fort,         The wooden houses, quaint and brown.     We sat andContinue reading “The Fire Of Drift-Wood By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)”

When The Wind Storms By With A Shout by William Ernest Henley (1898)

 When the wind storms by with a shout, and the stern sea-caves    Rejoice in the tramp and the roar of onsetting waves,    Then, then, it comes home to the heart that the top of life    Is the passion that burns the blood in the act of strife –    Till you pity the dead down there in their quiet graves.Continue reading “When The Wind Storms By With A Shout by William Ernest Henley (1898)”


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I am also very interested in the classics and have a deep admiration and respect for the poets who wrote them. You will find some old but gold poems featured on my blog.

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