Henry Wadsworth Longfellow on Country life
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“The country is lyric,—the town dramatic. When mingled, they make the most perfect musical drama.”
“And as I read I hear the crowing cock, I hear the note Of lark and linnet, and from every page Rise odors of ploughed field or flowery mead.”
“Somewhat back from the village street Stands the old-fashion'd country seat, Across its antique portico Tall poplar-trees their shadows throw; And from its station in the hall An ancient time-piece says to all,— "Forever! never! Never—forever!"”