Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems

1. Youth And Age. (Sonnet Iii.) 3/30/2010
2. Woodstock Park 3/30/2010
3. Woods In Winter 12/31/2002
4. Whither? (From The German Of Müller) 3/30/2010
5. Weariness. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Second) 3/30/2010
6. Wapentake 1/3/2003
7. Wanderer's Night Songs. (From Goethe) 3/30/2010
8. Walter Von Der Vogel Weid 12/31/2002
9. Vox Populi. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Third) 3/30/2010
10. Voices Of The Night : The Reaper And The Flowers 3/30/2010
11. Voices Of The Night : The Light Of Stars 3/30/2010
12. Voices Of The Night : The Beleaguered City 3/30/2010
13. Voices Of The Night : Prelude 3/30/2010
14. Voices Of The Night : Midnight Mass For The Dying Year 3/30/2010
15. Voices Of The Night : L'Envoi 3/30/2010
16. Voices Of The Night : Hymn To The Night 3/30/2010
17. Voices Of The Night : Footsteps Of Angels 3/30/2010
18. Voices Of The Night : Flowers 3/30/2010
19. Voices Of The Night : A Psalm Of Life 3/30/2010
20. Voices Of The Night 12/31/2002
21. Vittoria Colonna 3/30/2010
22. Virgil's First Eclogue 3/30/2010
23. Village Blacksmith, The 12/31/2002
24. Victor Galbraith. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First) 3/30/2010
25. Venice 3/30/2010
26. Ultima Thule: The Windmill 3/30/2010
27. Ultima Thule: The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls 3/30/2010
28. Ultima Thule: The Sifting Of Peter 3/30/2010
29. Ultima Thule: The Poet And His Songs 3/30/2010
30. Ultima Thule: The Iron Pen 3/30/2010
31. Ultima Thule: Robert Burns 3/30/2010
32. Ultima Thule: Old St. David's At Radnor 3/30/2010
33. Ultima Thule: Night 3/30/2010
34. Ultima Thule: My Cathedral 3/30/2010
35. Ultima Thule: Jugurtha 3/30/2010
36. Ultima Thule: From My Arm-Chair 3/30/2010
37. Ultima Thule: Elegiac 3/30/2010
38. Ultima Thule: Dedication To G. W. G. 1/1/2004
39. Ultima Thule: Bayard Taylor 3/30/2010
40. Two Sonnets From The Spanish Of Francisco De Medrano 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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Village Blacksmith, The

Under a spreading chestnut tree
The village smithy stands;
The Smith, a mighty man is he,
With large and sinewy hands;
And the muscles of his brawny arms
Are strong as iron bands.

His hair is crisp, and black, and long,
His face is like the tan;

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