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<h3>TRAVELS BY THE FIRESIDE</h3>
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<span class="i0">The ceaseless rain is falling fast,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And yonder gilded vane,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Immovable for three days past,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Points to the misty main.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">It drives me in upon myself<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And to the fireside gleams,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">To pleasant books that crowd my shelf,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And still more pleasant dreams.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">I read whatever bards have sung<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Of lands beyond the sea,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And the bright days when I was young<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Come thronging back to me.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">In fancy I can hear again<br/></span>
<span class="i2">The Alpine torrent's roar,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">The mule-bells on the hills of Spain,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">The sea at Elsinore.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">I see the convent's gleaming wall<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Rise from its groves of pine,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And towers of old cathedrals tall,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And castles by the Rhine.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">I journey on by park and spire,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Beneath centennial trees,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Through fields with poppies all on fire,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And gleams of distant seas.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">I fear no more the dust and heat,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">No more I fear fatigue,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">While journeying with another's feet<br/></span>
<span class="i2">O'er many a lengthening league.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">Let others traverse sea and land,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">And toil through various climes,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">I turn the world round with my hand<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Reading these poets' rhymes.<br/></span></div>
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<span class="i0">From them I learn whatever lies<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Beneath each changing zone,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And see, when looking with their eyes,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Better than with mine own.<br/></span></div>
<p class="author">H. W. Longfellow.</p>
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