My grand father was a surgeon in the First World War when you came home he lived with us until his passing. He would sit me on his lap and read to me the story of Hiawatha I can still recite the part when Hiawatha was younger. My Grandfather was a kind and humble man, that poem was the beginning of my journey into a deep and meaningful life....
My mum loved me reading this poem to her she died earlier this year at the grand old age of 94 at her funeral church sevice my grand daughters recited the poem from the pulpit needless to say i cried unashamedly 😔🏴
Great video and narration work on such a beautiful poem! The 2024 movie "After Her Smile" features the poem "Curfew" by Longfellow, bringing its themes to life in a moving narrative.
In this' evening, brings' pale rise. Not' Morning, does begin' full day. Til' twenty, of-four their' hour's, gave. By long laid one's head, crumpled' bed sheets. Disturbed' what passing dread, had thought awakened. In-to dwelling, and pre-use' of it's bed. Where' did lost light' fade. Upon dark windows. Night begins' washing away, time's illusion. Kept solemnly' while wasted progress' of opportunity. Is strictly held, at length'en bay.
I just have to know, am I the only one who thinks of that episode of "The Brady Bunch" when I hear this? In 2004, my husband and I were in a community theater production of "Gypsy", and at pretty much every performance, whenever we'd hear "Together Wherever We Go" from backstage, we think of this poem, and start quoting and acting out those bits from that episode of "The Brady Bunch".
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My grand father was a surgeon in the First World War when you came home he lived with us until his passing. He would sit me on his lap and read to me the story of Hiawatha I can still recite the part when Hiawatha was younger. My Grandfather was a kind and humble man, that poem was the beginning of my journey into a deep and meaningful life....
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1:45 ...."tonight I long for rest"....this line breaks me
My mum loved me reading this poem to her she died earlier this year at the grand old age of 94 at her funeral church sevice my grand daughters recited the poem from the pulpit needless to say i cried unashamedly 😔🏴
Of course you did! I’m almost crying reading your comment :) happy Mother’s Day to her ❤
Only great poetry can bypass my emotions & state of mind to find a place in my mind & emotions to nourish me.
Beautiful
So love Longfellow's poetry.
Magnificent narration.
I know
Longfellow shows why rhymes work in poetry.
Such a beauty !
Sometimes problems are small and sometimes it snowballs.
(_)
Sometimes' snow burns'! Sometime' ice, changes'
to fire' 🔥
It is amazing how the reader's voice, speed and tone, together with the music and background, can completely change the emotional feeling of a poem.
Thank you for this truly inspirational compilation ❤️
Rising lawns, by Cobble stones. Abide. Often' May finds, set' beside. Old' chairs, and new' sun rise. Gathered there, to' witherd stairs. Brousing' hedge-rows, hide' prying' eyes. Long, beginning' song, before' laying dawn. Night' brings day's, near forgotten' to mind.
This is amazing.
Thanks for this motivation
Blessings ☮️✝️🪶🙏🌞✌️🙌🌍😇🎼🕊️🧭
😮 love it
Great video and narration work on such a beautiful poem! The 2024 movie "After Her Smile" features the poem "Curfew" by Longfellow, bringing its themes to life in a moving narrative.
In this' evening, brings' pale rise. Not' Morning, does begin' full day. Til' twenty, of-four their' hour's, gave. By long laid one's head, crumpled' bed sheets. Disturbed' what passing dread, had thought awakened. In-to dwelling, and pre-use' of it's bed. Where' did lost light' fade. Upon dark windows. Night begins' washing away,
time's illusion. Kept solemnly' while wasted progress' of opportunity. Is strictly held,
at length'en bay.
My grandmother would recite this on the beach, then my mother did; l suppose I should now…
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The music is not a part of the poem. Poems do not require music. The words are music.
Sure is nice tho 🏴
I just have to know, am I the only one who thinks of that episode of "The Brady Bunch" when I hear this?
In 2004, my husband and I were in a community theater production of "Gypsy", and at pretty much every performance, whenever we'd hear "Together Wherever We Go" from backstage, we think of this poem, and start quoting and acting out those bits from that episode of "The Brady Bunch".