Tuesday, March 30, 2010

A Song Of Savoy Comments

Rating: 2.7

As the dim twilight shrouds
The mountain's purple crest,
And Summer's white and folded clouds
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Britte Ninad 18 June 2018

O mountain maid look I am the echo reverberation of your love love of your living and immortal soul just for your little loving sight here I’ve come, come for your loving staring nothing else nothing is into me just an echo for your darkness hair, beautiful blue eyes, nose, lips, thin, well shaped breast, finger, fascinated waist, dreamy toe and full body -that is love and love you without....

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Robert Murray Smith 18 June 2018

This image filled write is an example for all aspiring poets. To my favourites it goes.

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Susan Williams 18 June 2018

Longfellow certainly knew how to place his reader in the middle of the scene and let nothing come between the reader and the unfolding event. The nature descriptives drew me in and the story line intrigued me. He was certainly a giant with a pen in his hand.

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Dr Antony Theodore 18 June 2018

nature, appreciation, expressions, sense of love.......... a very fine poem. tony

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Lungelo S Mbuyazi 18 June 2018

Nice write.... faint is the gathered's song

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Edward Kofi Louis 18 June 2018

Beneath the waving firs! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 18 June 2018

A fantastic expression has been made on nature. Beautiful poem.

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Muzahidul Reza 18 June 2018

fair scene of love, well done by Henry Longfellow

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Kayode Are 18 June 2018

Lovely, like a glittering shroud, revealing its subject, layer by layer.

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Ruta Mohapatra 18 June 2018

The first two stanzas are beautifully worded. 'And sighing comes the breeze'....

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Bernard F. Asuncion 18 June 2018

Such a great write by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow👍👍👍

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Subhas Chandra Chakra 24 September 2017

The silent river sweeps along Amid its bending trees - And the full moon shines faintly there, And music fills the evening air. Beautiful description. Thanks for the sharing.

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Georgios Venetopoulos 19 September 2015

It is beautiful. We have a pattern of 3,3,4,3 4,4 feet per stanza following the Iambic meter. Longfellow uses a particular vocabulary and syntax that fits well in the few syllables per line, making the poem full and philosophical. The poet visions his own younger self, feels his own heart when young and seeks his maid. I shall offer it a 10!

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* Sunprincess * 19 March 2014

......beautiful imagery with lovely music...enjoyed..

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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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