Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's poem: My Books

In the Harbor by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
My Books
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My Books Sadly as some old mediaeval knight Gazed at the arms he could no longer wield, The sword two-handed and the shining shield Suspended in the hall, and full in sight, While secret longings for the lost delight Of tourney or adventure in the field Came over him, and tears but half concealed Trembled and fell upon his beard of white, So I behold these books upon their shelf, My ornaments and arms of other days; Not wholly useless, though no longer used, For they remind me of my other self, Younger and stronger, and the pleasant ways In which I walked, now clouded and confused. Content of My Books [Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's poem collection: In the Harbor] Read next: Mad River Read previous: President Garfield Table of content of In the Harbor GO TO TOP OF SCREEN Post your review Your review will be placed after the table of content of this book

In the Harbor by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow