Near that castle, fair to see, Crowded with sculptures old, in every part, Marvels of nature and of art, And proud of its name of high degree, A little chapel, almost bare At the base of the rock, is builded there; All glorious that it lifts aloof, Above each jealous cottage roof, Its sacred summit, swept by autumn gales, And its blackened steeple high in air, Round which the osprey screams and sails.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Hearest not the osprey from the belfry cry?
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Then on the roof the osprey screamed aloud; And here they brought our father in his shroud.
"The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow"
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow