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Title: Poems of America
Year: 1882 (1880s)
Authors: Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth, 1807-1882, ed
Subjects: American poetry
Publisher: Boston, New York, Houghton, Mifflin and company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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loors High-shoed ladies trod;Through those panelled doors Trailed their furbelows :Long their day has ceased; Now, beneath the sod.With the worms they feast, —Down the old house goes ! Many a bride lias stood In yon spacious room;Here her hand was wooedUnderneath the rose;Oer that sill the dead Reached the family tomb : 74 POEMS OF PLACES. All, that were, have fled,—DoTHi the old house goes! Once, in yonder hall, Washington, they say.Led the New-Years ball. Stateliest of beaux!O that minuet, Maids and matrons gay !Are there such sights yet ? Dow^n the old house goes ! British troopers came Ere another year,With their coats aflame, Mincing on their toes;Daughters of the house Gave them haughty cheer,Laughed to scorn their vows, —Down the old house goes! Doorway high the box Li the grass-plot spreads;It has borne its locks Through a thousand snows ;In an evil day, Erom those garden-bedsNow t is hacked away, — Down the old house goes! Lo! the sycamores. Scathed and scrawny mates.
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These lovely shores. See Iago To. ERIE, THE LAKE. 75 At the mansion doors Shiver, full of woes;With its life tliey grew, Guarded well its gates;Now their task is through,— Down the old house goes ! On this honored site Modern trade will build,—What unseemly fright Heaven only knows !Something peaked and high. Smacking of the guild :Let us heave a sigh, — Down the old house goes! Edmund Clarence Stedman. Erie, the Lake, K Y. LAKE ERIE. THESE lovely shores ! how lone and still,A hundred years ago.The unbroken forest stood above. The waters dashed below, —The waters of a lonely sea. Where never sail was furled.Embosomed in a wilderness,Which was itself a world. 76 POEMS OF PLACES. A hundred years ! go back, and lo! Where, closmg in the view.Juts out the shore, with rapid oar Darts round a frail canoe, —*Tis a white voyager, and see, His prow is westward setOer the cahn wave : Hail to thy bold. World-seeking barque, Marquette! The lonely bird, that picks his food Wliere rise the

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