Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
To A Child by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

To A Child by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Dear child! how radiant on thy mother's knee,With merry-making eyes and jocund smiles,Thou gazest at the painted tiles,Whose figures grace,With many a grotesque form and ...

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Boston by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Boston by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

St. Botolph's Town! Hither across the plainsAnd fens of Lincolnshire, in garb austere,There came a Saxon monk, and founded hereA Priory, pillaged by marauding Danes,So that ...

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Something Left Undone by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Something Left Undone by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Labor with what zeal we will,Something still remains undone,Something uncompleted stillWaits the rising of the sun.By the bedside, on the stair,At the threshhold, near the ...

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Hiawatha’s Lamentation by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Hiawatha’s Lamentation by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

In those days the Evil Spirits,All the Manitos of mischief,Fearing Hiawatha's wisdom,And his love for Chibiabos,Jealous of their faithful friendship,And their noble words and ...

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Mezzo Cammin by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Mezzo Cammin by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Half of my life is gone, and I have letThe years slip from me and have not fulfilledThe aspiration of my youth, to buildSome tower of song with lofty parapet.Not indolence, nor ...

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Sundown by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Sundown by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The summer sun is sinking low,Only the tree-tops redden and glow:Only the weathercock on the spireOf the neighboring church is a flame of fire,All is in shadow below.O ...

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Good Part, That Shall Not Be Taken Away, The by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Good Part, That Shall Not Be Taken Away, The by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

She dwells by Great Kenhawa's side,In valleys green and cool,And all her hope and all her prideAre in the village school.Her soul, like the transparent airThat robes the hills ...

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Fata Morgana by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Fata Morgana by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

O sweet illusions of songThat tempt me everywhere,In the lonely fields, and the throngOf the crowded thoroughfare!I approach and ye vanish away,I grasp you, and ye are gone,But ...

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The Cross Of Snow by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The Cross Of Snow by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

In the long, sleepless watches of the night, A gentle face -- the face of one long dead -- Looks at me from the wall, where round its head The night-lamp casts a halo of pale ...

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Shakespeare by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Shakespeare by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

A vision as of crowded city streets, With human life in endless overflow, Thunder of thoroughfares, trumpets that blow To battle, clamor, in obscure retreats, Of sailors landed ...

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Hiawatha And Mudjekeewis by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Hiawatha And Mudjekeewis by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Out of childhood into manhood Now had grown my Hiawatha, Skilled in all the craft of hunters, Learned in all the lore of old men, In all youthful sports and pastimes, In all ...

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Seaweed by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Seaweed by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

When descends on the AtlanticThe giganticStorm-wind of the equinox,Landword in his wrath he scourgesThe toiling surges,Laden with seaweed from the rocks:From Bermuda's reefs, ...

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Haunted Houses. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Haunted Houses. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

All houses wherein men have lived and diedAre haunted houses. Through the open doorsThe harmless phantoms on their errands glide,With feet that make no sound upon the floors. We ...

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By The Fireside : The Builders by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

By The Fireside : The Builders by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

All are architects of Fate,Working in these walls of Time,Some with massive deeds and great,Some with ornaments of rhyme. Nothing useless is, or low,Each thing in its place is ...

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The Psalm Of Life by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The Psalm Of Life by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

What the heart of the young man said to the psalmistTell me not, in mournful numbers,Life is but an empty dream!--For the soul is dead that slumbers,And things are not what they ...

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To The River Charles by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

To The River Charles by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

River! that in silence windest Through the meadows, bright and free,Till at length thy rest thou findest In the bosom of the sea!Four long years of mingled feeling, Half in ...

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Milton by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Milton by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I pace the sounding sea-beach and behold How the voluminous billows roll and run, Upheaving and subsiding, while the sun Shines through their sheeted emerald far unrolled, And ...

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Spirit Of Poetry, The by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Spirit Of Poetry, The by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

There is a quiet spirit in these woods,That dwells where'er the gentle south-wind blows,Where, underneath the white-thorn, in the glade,The wild flowers bloom, or, kissing the ...

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Helen Of Tyre by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Helen Of Tyre by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

What phantom is this that appearsThrough the purple mist of the years,Itself but a mist like these?A woman of cloud and of fire,It is she, it is Helen of Tyre,The town in the ...

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Divina Commedia by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Divina Commedia by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I.Written March 29, 1864.1.Oft have I seen at some cathedral door .A laborer, pausing in the dust and heat, .Lay down his burden, and with reverent feet .Enter, and cross ...

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My Books by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

My Books by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Sadly as some old mediaeval knightGazed at the arms he could no longer wield,The sword two-handed and the shining shieldSuspended in the hall, and full in sight,While secret ...

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The Hunting Of Pau-Puk Keewis, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The Hunting Of Pau-Puk Keewis, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Full of wrath was HiawathaWhen he came into the village,Found the people in confusion,Heard of all the misdemeanors,All the malice and the mischief,Of the cunning ...

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Amalfi. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Amalfi. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Sweet the memory is to meOf a land beyond the sea,Where the waves and mountains meet,Where amid her mulberry-treesSits Amalfi in the heat,Bathing ever her white feetIn the ...

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Beatrice. (From Dante. Purgatorio, Xxx., Xxxi.) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Beatrice. (From Dante. Purgatorio, Xxx., Xxxi.) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Even as the Blessed, at the final summons,Shall rise up quickened, each one from his grave,Wearing again the garments of the flesh,So, upon that celestial chariot,A hundred rose ...

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The White Man’s Foot by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The White Man’s Foot by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

In his lodge beside a river,Close beside a frozen river,Sat an old man, sad and lonely.White his hair was as a snow-drift,Dull and low his fire was burning,And the old man shook ...

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Morituri Salutamus: Poem For The Fiftieth Anniversary by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Morituri Salutamus: Poem For The Fiftieth Anniversary by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis, Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies. Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi.'O Cæsar, we who are about to die Salute you! ' was the gladiators' ...

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Maidenhood by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Maidenhood by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Maiden! with the meek, brown eyes,In whose orbs a shadow liesLike the dusk in evening skies!Thou whose locks outshine the sun,Golden tresses, wreathed in one,As the braided ...

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Occultation Of Orion, The by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Occultation Of Orion, The by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I saw, as in a dream sublime,The balance in the hand of Time.O'er East and West its beam impended,And day, with all its hours of light,Was slowly sinking out of sight,While, ...

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Annie Of Tharaw. (From The Low German Of Simon Dach) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Annie Of Tharaw. (From The Low German Of Simon Dach) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Annie of Tharaw, my true love of old, She is my life, and my goods, and my gold. Annie of Tharaw, her heart once again To me has surrendered in joy and in pain. Annie of Tharaw, ...

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Mr. Finney’s Turnip by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Mr. Finney’s Turnip by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Mr. Finney had a turnip,And it grew, and it grew,And it grew behind the barn,And the turnip did no harm.And it grew, and it grew,Till it could grow no taller,Then Mr. Finney ...

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Midnight Mass For The Dying Year by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Midnight Mass For The Dying Year by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Yes, the Year is growing old,And his eye is pale and bleared!Death, with frosty hand and cold,Plucks the old man by the beard,Sorely, sorely!The leaves are falling, ...

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Hymn Of The Moravian Nuns Of Bethlehem At The Consecration Of Pulaski’s Banner by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Hymn Of The Moravian Nuns Of Bethlehem At The Consecration Of Pulaski’s Banner by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

When the dying flame of dayThrough the chancel shot its ray,Far the glimmering tapers shedFaint light on the cowled head,And the censer burning swung,Where, before the altar, ...

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Death Of Kwasind, The by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Death Of Kwasind, The by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Far and wide among the nationsSpread the name and fame of Kwasind,No man dared to strive with Kwasind,No man could compete with Kwasind.But the mischievous Puk-Wudjies,They the ...

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By The Seaside : The Lighthouse by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

By The Seaside : The Lighthouse by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The rocky ledge runs far into the sea,And on its outer point, some miles away,The Lighthouse lifts its massive masonry,A pillar of fire by night, of cloud by day. Even at this ...

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Wapentake by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Wapentake by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

To Alfred Tennyson Poet! I come to touch thy lance with mine,Not as a knight, who on the listed fieldOf tourney touched his adversary's shieldIn token of defiance, but in signOf ...

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Keats by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Keats by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The young Endymion sleeps Endymion's sleep, The shepherd-boy whose tale was left half told! The solemn grove uplifts its shield of gold To the red rising moon, and loud and deep ...

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Flower-De-Luce: To-Morrow by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Flower-De-Luce: To-Morrow by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

'Tis late at night, and in the realm of sleep My little lambs are folded like the flocks, From room to room I hear the wakeful clocks Challenge the passing hour, like guards ...

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Canzone by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Canzone by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Ah me! ah me! when thinking of the years,The vanished years, alas, I do not findAmong them all one day that was my own!Fallacious hope, desires of the unknown,Lamenting, loving, ...

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In The Harbour: The Children’s Crusade by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

In The Harbour: The Children’s Crusade by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I.What is this I read in history,Full of marvel, full of mystery,Difficult to understand?Is it fiction, is it truth?Children in the flower of youth,Heart in heart, and hand in ...

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Evangeline: Preface by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Evangeline: Preface by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks,Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight,Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad ...

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A Dutch Picture. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

A Dutch Picture. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Simon Danz has come home again,From cruising about with his buccaneers,He has singed the beard of the King of Spain,And carried away the Dean of JaenAnd sold him in Algiers. In ...

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Garfield by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Garfield by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

'E venni dal martirio a questa pace.'These words the poet heard in Paradise,Uttered by one who, bravely dying here,In the true faith was living in that sphereWhere the celestial ...

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Nuremberg by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Nuremberg by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

In the valley of the Pegnitz, where across broad meadow-landsRise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient,stands.Quaint old town of toil and traffic, quaint old ...

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By The Fireside : The Singers by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

By The Fireside : The Singers by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

God sent his Singers upon earthWith songs of sadness and of mirth,That they might touch the hearts of men,And bring them back to heaven again. The first, a youth, with soul of ...

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Flowers-De-Luce: Noël by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Flowers-De-Luce: Noël by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Quand les astres de Noël Brillaient, palpitaient au ciel, Six gaillards, et chacun ivre, Chantaient gaiment dans le givre, 'Bons amis, Allons donc chez Agassiz!' Ces illustres ...

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Evangeline: Part The Second. V. by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Evangeline: Part The Second. V. by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

IN that delightful land, which is washed by the Delaware's waters,Guarding in sylvan shades the name of Penn the apostle.Stands on the banks of its beautiful stream the city he ...

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In The Harbour: At La Chaudeau. (From The French Of Charles Coran) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

In The Harbour: At La Chaudeau. (From The French Of Charles Coran) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

At La Chaudeau,--'tis long since then: I was young,--my years twice ten, All things smiled on the happy boy, Dreams of love and songs of joy, Azure of heaven and wave below, At ...

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In The Harbour: Elegiac Verse by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

In The Harbour: Elegiac Verse by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I.Peradventure of old, some bard in Ionian Islands,Walking alone by the sea, hearing the wash of the waves,Learned the secret from them of the beautiful verse elegiac,Breathing ...

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Flower-De-Luce: Killed At The Ford by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Flower-De-Luce: Killed At The Ford by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

He is dead, the beautiful youth,The heart of honor, the tongue of truth,He, the life and light of us all,Whose voice was blithe as a bugle-call,Whom all eyes followed with one ...

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Earlier Poems : An April Day by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Earlier Poems : An April Day by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

When the warm sun, that bringsSeed-time and harvest, has returned again,'T is sweet to visit the still wood, where springsThe first flower of the plain.I love the season ...

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