This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks,
Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight,
Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic,
Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
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Professor Antoine Meillet says that the Saturnian meter, the hexameter can be traced to India.
Beautiful, beautiful. Distant memory from English class P.S.169. Teacher, Marie Buek. Wonderful teacher. Lovely human being.
I have tried to like Longfellow, but his efforts to write an American 'Hermann Und Dorothea' (as here) and to take American poetry down Klopstockian pathways, don't do it for me. The languages are different and so are the sensibilities of the writers. In the end, he's derivative and lacks edge, though his ambition is boundless. His thought and description is commonplace and 'grand' in the worst sense and ultimately vapid- typical of Victorian America.
A very wonferful story told in prose-poetry form....
Another GREAT poem, Mr Longfellows' descriptions of nature are hypnotising.
This was my home reading report when I was in grade school. It did not give me this sad reaction as it did now as I was reading it again. I knew it was a love story, but I was too young to realize what H.W. Longfellow wanted his readers to feel. What a beautiful story....about the forest primeval with sad voices.