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Title: The courtship of Miles Standish and other poems
Year: 1910 (1910s)
Authors: Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth, 1807-1882
Subjects: Standish, Myles, 1584?-1656
Publisher: New York, Grosset & Dunlap
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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bic sentence,While underneath, in a corner, were fowling-piece, musket, and matchlock. lo THE COURTSHIP OF Short of stature he was, but strongly built and athletic,Broad in the shoulders, deep-chested, with muscles and sinew^s of iron;Brown as a nut was his face, but his russet beard was alreadyFlaked with patches of snow, as hedges sometimes in November.Near him was seated John Alden, his friend, and household companion.Writing with diligent speed at a table of pine by the window;Fair-haired, azure-eyed, with delicate Saxon com-plexion^Having the dew of his youth, and the beauty thereof, as the captivesWhom Saint Gregory saw, and exclaimed, Not Angles but Angels.*Youngest of all was he of the men who came in the Mayflower. Suddenly breaking the silence, the diligentscribe interrupting.Spake, in the pride of his heart, Miles Standish,the Captain of Plymouth. 1^ 1 mm-- 1 r^y-r -.: .. ■■ \ \ J 1 ^JF 1 f MILES STANDISH II Look at these arms, he said, the warlikeweapons that hang here
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Burnished and bright and clean, as if for parade or inspection!This is the sword of Damascus I fought with in Flanders; this breastplate, 12 THE COURTSHIP OF Well I remember the day! once saved my life in a skirmish;Here in front you can see the very dint of the bulletFired point-blank at my heart by a Spanish arca- bucero.Had it not been of sheer steel, the forgotten bones of Miles StandishWould at this moment be mould, in their grave in the Flemish morasses.Thereupon answered John Alden, but looked not up from his writing:Truly the breath of the Lord hath slackened the speed of the bullet;He in his mercy preserved you, to be our shield and our weapon!Still the Captain continued, unheeding the words of the stripling:See, how bright they are burnished, as if in an arsenal hanging;That is because I have done it myself, and not left it to others.Serve yourself, would you be well served, is an excellent adage;So I take care of my arms, as you of your pens and your inkhorn.

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