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. Arsenal At Springfield, The 12/31/2002
19. Autumn 12/31/2002
20. Autumn Within 12/31/2002
21. Autumnal Nightfall 3/30/2010
22. Barèges. (From The French Of Lefranc De Pompignan) 3/30/2010
23. Beatrice. (From Dante. Purgatorio, Xxx., Xxxi.) 3/30/2010
24. Beleaguered City, The 12/31/2002
25. Belfry Of Bruges, The 12/31/2002
26. Belisarius 1/3/2003
27. Beowulf's Expedition To Heort 3/30/2010
28. Beware! (From The German) 3/30/2010
29. Birds Of Passage 12/31/2002
30. Blessed Are The Dead. (From The German) 3/30/2010
31. Blessing The Cornfields 12/31/2002
32. Blind Bartimeus 12/31/2002
33. Boston 3/30/2010
34. Burial Of The Minnisink 12/31/2002
35. By The Fireside : Gaspar Becerra 3/30/2010
36. By The Fireside : King Witlaf's Drinking-Horn 3/30/2010
37. By The Fireside : Resignation 3/30/2010
38. By The Fireside : Sand Of The Desert In An Hour-Glass 3/30/2010
39. By The Fireside : Tegner's Death (Tegner's Drapa) 3/30/2010
40. By The Fireside : The Builders 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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My Lost Youth

Often I think of the beautiful town
That is seated by the sea;
Often in thought go up and down
The pleasant streets of that dear old town,
And my youth comes back to me.
And a verse of a Lapland song
Is haunting my memory still:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."

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