Longfellow

In Memoriam Nec turpem senectam Degere, nec cithara carentem. “NOT to be tuneless in old age!” Ah! surely blest his pilgrimage, Who, in his winter’s snow, Still sings with note as sweet and clear As in the morning of the year When the first violets blow! Blest!—but more blest, whom summer’s heat, Whom spring’s impulsive stir and beat, Have taught no feverish lure; Whose Muse, benignant and serene, Still keeps his autumn chaplet green Because his verse is pure! Lie calm, O white and laureate head! Lie calm, O Dead, that art not dead, Since from the voiceless grave Thy voice shall speak to old and young While song yet speaks our English tongue By Charles’ or Thamis’ wave.

Collection: 
English
Austin Dobson
Sub Title: 
Descriptive Poems: I. Personal: Great Writers

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