Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"Henry Wadsworth Longfellow", Graphite. 2012

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was born on this day (February 27) in 1807. This a graphite mini (3.5 X 5in, 8.9 X 12.7cm) portrait of him in honour of his birthday.

“He has left the village and mounted the steep,
And beneath him, tranquil and broad and deep,
Is the Mystic, meeting the ocean tides;
And under the alders that skirt its edge,
Now soft on the sand, now loud on the ledge,
Is heard the tramp of his steed as he rides.” Paul Revere’s Ride

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Robert Burns

I just finished my Burns Night project, so I am all set for tomorrow. It’s a sidewalk chalk drawing of Robert Burns, under it is the last verse of “Scots Wha Hae”:

“Lay the proud usurper low!
Tyrants fall in every foe!
Liberty’s in every blow!-
         Let us do, or die!”

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Ode on a Grecian Urn

Thou still unravish’d bride of quietness,
    Thou foster-child of silence and slow time,
Sylvan historian, who canst thus express
    A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:
What leaf-fring’d legend haunt about thy shape
    Of deities or mortals, or of both,
        In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?
    What men or gods are these?  What maidens loth?
What mad pursuit?  What struggle to escape?
        What pipes and timbrels?  What wild ecstasy?
                                                                Ode on a Grecian Urn— John Keats

So what are the two best known lines of this poem?