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" Cloud-like we saw the shore Stretching to leeward; There for my lady's bower Built I the lofty tower, Which, to this very hour, Stands looking seaward. "There lived we many years; Time dried the maiden's tears; She had forgot her fears, She was a mother;... "
The Complete Poetical Works of Longfellow - Page 13
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1922 - 689 pages
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The United States Magazine and Democratic Review, Volume 10

1842 - 650 pages
...o'er, Cloud-like we saw the shore Stretching to lea-ward ; There for my lady's bower Built I the lotfy tower, Which, to this very hour, Stands looking sea-ward....here, Clad in my warlike gear, Fell I upon my spear, 0, death was grateful ! " Thus, seamed with many scars Bursting these prison bars, Up to its native...
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Ballads and Other Poems

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1842 - 148 pages
...we westward bore, And when the storm was o'er, Cloud-like we saw the shore Stretching to lea-ward ; There for my lady's bower Built I the lofty tower,...here, Clad in my warlike gear, Fell I upon my spear, O, death was grateful ! " Thus, seamed with many scars Bursting these prison bars, Up to its native...
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The United States Democratic Review, Volume 10

1842 - 620 pages
...o'er, Cloud-like we saw the shore Stretching to lea-ward ; There for my lady's bower Built I the lotfy tower, Which, to this very hour, Stands looking sea-ward....here, Clad in my warlike gear, Fell I upon my spear, 0, death was grateful ! " Thus, seamed with many scars Bursting these prison bars, Up to its native...
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The Southern Quarterly Review, Volume 1

Daniel Kimball Whitaker, Milton Clapp, William Gilmore Simms, James Henley Thornwell - 1842 - 578 pages
...closed her mild blue eyes, Under that tower she liee ; Ne'er shall the sun arise On such another 1 Still grew my bosom then, Still as a stagnant fen...the vast forest here, Clad in my warlike gear, Fell 1 upon my spear, O, death was grateful ! Thus, seamed with many scars Bursting these prison bars, Up...
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Voices of the Night

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1843 - 570 pages
...we westward bore, And when the storm was o'er, Cloud-like we saw the shore Stretching to lea-ward ; There for my lady's bower Built I the lofty tower,...here, Clad in my warlike gear, Fell I upon my spear, O, death was grateful ! " Thus, seamed with many scars Bursting these prison bars, Up to its native...
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Poems

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1850 - 462 pages
...we westward bore, And when the storm was o'er, Cloud-like we saw the shore Stretching to lee- ward ; There for my lady's bower Built I the lofty tower,...here, Clad in my warlike gear, Fell I upon my spear, " Thus, seamed with many scars Bursting these prison bars, Up to its native stars My soul ascended...
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Poems, Volume 1

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1850 - 500 pages
...Stretching to lee-ward ; There for my lady's bower Built I the lofty tower, Which, to this very hour, Slands looking sea-ward. " There lived we many years ; Time...here, Clad in my warlike gear,. Fell I upon my spear, O, death was grateful ! " Thus, seamed with many scars Bursting these prison bars, Up to its native...
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The Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1851 - 596 pages
...Stretching to leeward ! There for my lady's bower Built I the lofty tower, Which, to this very hour, There lived we many years ; Time dried the maiden's...gear, Fell I upon my spear, Oh, death was grateful ! Thus, seamed with many scars Bursting these prison-bars, Up to its native stars My soul ascended...
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The Controversy Touching the Old Stone Mill, in the Town of Newport, Rhode ...

Charles Timothy Brooks - 1851 - 112 pages
...forgot her fears, She was a mother ; Death closed her mild blue eyes; Under that tower she lies ; Jfc'er shall the sun arise On such another ! " Still grew...here, Clad in my warlike gear, Fell I upon my spear, — O, death was grateful ! " Thus, seamed with many scars, Bursting these prison-bars, Up to its native...
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The Poets and Poetry of America: To the Middle of the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1852 - 588 pages
...Struck we her ribs of steel ; Down her black hulk did reel Through the black water. " As with his wings aslant, Sails the fierce cormorant, Seeking some rocky...here, Clad in my warlike gear, Fell I upon my spear, O, death was grateful ! • • Thus, seam'd with many scan Bursting these prison bars, Up to its native...
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