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The Complete Poetical Works of H.w. Longfellow
The Complete Poetical Works of Hw Longfellow Author:Henry Wadsworth Longfellow General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1894 Original Publisher: Houghton, Mifflin and Co. Subjects: American poetry Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial acce... more »ss to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million books for free. Excerpt: BEIXINGHAM. The guilt of it Be on their heads, not ours. ENDICOTT. Are all set free ? BELLINGHAM. All are at large. ENDICOTT. And none have been sent back To England to malign us with the King ? BELLINGHAM. The ship that brought them sails this very hour, But carries no one back. A distant cannon. ENDICOTT. What is that gun ? BELLINGHAM. Her parting signal. Through the window there, Look, you can see her sails, above the roofs, Dropping below the Castle, outward bound. ENDICOTT. O white, white, white ! Would that my soul had wings As spotless as those shining sails to fly with ! Now lay this cushion straight. I thank you. Hark ! I thought I heard the hall door open and shut! I thought I heard the footsteps of my boy ! I'. KI IJMIIlAM. It was the wind. There's no one in the passage. Endicott. O Absalom, my son ! I feel the world Sinking beneath me, sinking, sinking, sinking ! Death knocks ! I go to meet him ! Welcome, Death ! Rises, and sinks back dead; his head falling aside upon his shoulder. BELLINGHAM. O ghastly sight ! Like one who has been hanged ! Endicott ! Endicott! He makes no answer ! Raises Endicott's head. He breathes no more ! How bright this signet-ring Glitters upon his hand, where he has worn it Through such long years of trouble, as if Death Had given him this memento of affection, And whispered in his ear, " Remember me!" How placid and how quiet is his face, Now that the struggle and the strife are ended ! Only the acrid spirit of the times Corroded this true steel. Oh,...« less