Henry W. Longfellow's poem/sonnet: The Old Bridge at Florence

Birds of Passage, poem(s) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
A BOOK OF SONNETS - The Old Bridge at Florence
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________________________________________________ The Old Bridge at Florence Taddeo Gaddi built me. I am old, Five centuries old. I plant my foot of stone Upon the Arno, as St. Michael's own Was planted on the dragon. Fold by fold Beneath me as it struggles. I behold Its glistening scales. Twice hath it overthrown My kindred and companions. Me alone It moveth not, but is by me controlled, I can remember when the Medici Were driven from Florence; longer still ago The final wars of Ghibelline and Guelf. Florence adorns me with her jewelry; And when I think that Michael Angelo Hath leaned on me, I glory in myself. Content of A BOOK OF SONNETS: The Old Bridge at Florence [Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's poem collection: Birds of Passage] Read next: A BOOK OF SONNETS: Il Ponte Vecchio di Firenze Read previous: A BOOK OF SONNETS: Sleep Table of content of Birds of Passage GO TO TOP OF SCREEN Post your review Your review will be placed after the table of content of this book

Birds of Passage, poem(s) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow