Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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From dramatic and tragic stories to powerful images of nature-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's poems capture an exciting period of American life. Many still sailed the sea and proudly labored at the smithy. Villages remained unspoiled. Important events like the American Revolution were still just a recent memory-and the Civil War unfolded even as Longfellow wrote. Encounter the stillness of the deep night, when it's just Four by the Clock. And the gentle morning breezes and singing birds of Daybreak. Watch the potter who "plied his magic art" and gave life to clay in Turn, Turn, My Wheel. Meet the phantoms of the past who glide through HauntedHouses. Feel the chili and brisk winds of Woods in Winter. Richly colored illustrations capture the strong personalities of a variety of colorful characters, the loveliness of different landscapes throughout the seasons, and both the leafy light of sunshine and the hot orange glow of a winter's fire. Listen, my children, a?idyou shall... Tovább

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From dramatic and tragic stories to powerful images of nature-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's poems capture an exciting period of American life. Many still sailed the sea and proudly labored at the smithy. Villages remained unspoiled. Important events like the American Revolution were still just a recent memory-and the Civil War unfolded even as Longfellow wrote. Encounter the stillness of the deep night, when it's just Four by the Clock. And the gentle morning breezes and singing birds of Daybreak. Watch the potter who "plied his magic art" and gave life to clay in Turn, Turn, My Wheel. Meet the phantoms of the past who glide through HauntedHouses. Feel the chili and brisk winds of Woods in Winter. Richly colored illustrations capture the strong personalities of a variety of colorful characters, the loveliness of different landscapes throughout the seasons, and both the leafy light of sunshine and the hot orange glow of a winter's fire. Listen, my children, a?idyou shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paid Revere On the eighteenth ofApril, in Seventy-five; Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day andyear. He said to his friend, "If the British march By land or sea from the town to-?iight, Hang a lantern alofi in the belfry arch Of the North Church tower as a sigtial light, One if by land, and two, if by sea; And I on the opposite shore lüill be, * ¦ Ready to ride and spread the alarm Through every Middlesex village and For the couptiy folk to be up and to arrffi Vissza