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''Pegasus in Pound'' is this poem by [[Henry Wadsworth Longfellow]]:
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''Pegasus in Pound'' is a poem by [[Henry Wadsworth Longfellow]].
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Once into a quiet village,
 
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  Without haste and without heed,
 
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In the golden prime of morning,
 
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  Strayed the poet's winged steed.
 
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It was Autumn, and incessant
 
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  Piped the quails from shocks and sheaves,
 
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And, like living coals, the apples
 
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  Burned among the withering leaves.
 
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Loud the clamorous bell was ringing
 
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  From its belfry gaunt and grim;
 
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'T was the daily call to labor,
 
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  Not a triumph meant for him.
 
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Not the less he saw the landscape,
 
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  In its gleaming vapor veiled;
 
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Not the less he breathed the odors
 
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  That the dying leaves exhaled.
 
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Thus, upon the village common,
 
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  By the school-boys he was found;
 
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And the wise men, in their wisdom,
 
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  Put him straightway into pound.
 
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Then the sombre village crier,
 
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  Ringing loud his brazen bell,
 
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Wandered down the street proclaiming
 
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  There was an estray to sell.
 
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And the curious country people,
 
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  Rich and poor, and young and old,
 
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Came in haste to see this wondrous
 
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  Winged steed, with mane of gold.
 
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Thus the day passed, and the evening
 
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  Fell, with vapors cold and dim;
 
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But it brought no food nor shelter,
 
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  Brought no straw nor stall, for him.
 
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Patiently, and still expectant,
 
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  Looked he through the wooden bars,
 
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Saw the moon rise o'er the landscape,
 
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  Saw the tranquil, patient stars;
 
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Till at length the bell at midnight
 
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  Sounded from its dark abode,
 
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And, from out a neighboring farm-yard
 
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  Loud the cock Alectryon crowed.
 
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Then, with nostrils wide distended,
 
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  Breaking from his iron chain,
 
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And unfolding far his pinions,
 
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  To those stars he soared again.
 
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On the morrow, when the village
 
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  Woke to all its toil and care,
 
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Lo! the strange steed had departed,
 
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  And they knew not when nor where.
 
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But they found, upon the greensward
 
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  Where his straggling hoofs had trod,
 
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Pure and bright, a fountain flowing
 
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  From the hoof-marks in the sod.
 
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From that hour, the fount unfailing
 
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  Gladdens the whole region round,
 
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Strengthening all who drink its waters,
 
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  While it soothes them with its sound.
 

Revision as of 12:04, February 22, 2007

Pegasus in Pound is a poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.