Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

(27 February 1807 – 24 March 1882 / Portland, Maine)

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems

1. A Ballad Of The French Fleet. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth) 3/30/2010
2. A Day Of Sunshine. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Second) 3/30/2010
3. A Dutch Picture. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth) 3/30/2010
4. A Gleam Of Sunshine 12/31/2002
5. A Nameless Grave 3/30/2010
6. A Psalm Of Life 12/31/2002
7. A Shadow 3/30/2010
8. A Song Of Savoy 3/30/2010
9. A Summer Day By The Sea 3/30/2010
10. A Wraith In The Mist. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth) 3/30/2010
11. Aftermath 1/1/2004
12. Afternoon In February 12/31/2002
13. Agassiz 3/30/2010
14. Allah. (From The German Of Mahlmann) 3/30/2010
15. Amalfi. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth) 3/30/2010
16. An April Day 12/31/2002
17. Annie Of Tharaw. (From The Low German Of Simon Dach) 3/30/2010
18. Arrow And The Song, The 12/31/2002
19. Arsenal At Springfield, The 12/31/2002
20. Autumn 12/31/2002
21. Autumn Within 12/31/2002
22. Autumnal Nightfall 3/30/2010
23. Barèges. (From The French Of Lefranc De Pompignan) 3/30/2010
24. Beatrice. (From Dante. Purgatorio, Xxx., Xxxi.) 3/30/2010
25. Beleaguered City, The 12/31/2002
26. Belfry Of Bruges, The 12/31/2002
27. Belisarius 1/3/2003
28. Beowulf's Expedition To Heort 3/30/2010
29. Beware! (From The German) 3/30/2010
30. Birds Of Passage 12/31/2002
31. Blessed Are The Dead. (From The German) 3/30/2010
32. Blessing The Cornfields 12/31/2002
33. Blind Bartimeus 12/31/2002
34. Boston 3/30/2010
35. Burial Of The Minnisink 12/31/2002
36. By The Fireside : Gaspar Becerra 3/30/2010
37. By The Fireside : King Witlaf's Drinking-Horn 3/30/2010
38. By The Fireside : Resignation 3/30/2010
39. By The Fireside : Sand Of The Desert In An Hour-Glass 3/30/2010
40. By The Fireside : Tegner's Death (Tegner's Drapa) 3/30/2010
Best Poem of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

A Psalm Of Life

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

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Memories

Oft I remember those I have known
In other days, to whom my heart was lead
As by a magnet, and who are not dead,
But absent, and their memories overgrown
With other thoughts and troubles of my own,
As graves with grasses are, and at their head
The stone with moss and lichens so o'er spread,
Nothing is legible but the name alone.
And is it so with them? After long years.

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