Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems

361. In The Harbour: The Four Lakes Of Madison 3/30/2010
362. In The Harbour: The City And The Sea 3/30/2010
363. In The Harbour: The Children's Crusade 3/30/2010
364. In The Harbour: Sundown 3/30/2010
365. In The Harbour: Prelude 3/30/2010
366. In The Harbour: Possibilities 3/30/2010
367. In The Harbour: Moonlight 3/30/2010
368. In The Harbour: Memories 3/30/2010
369. In The Harbour: Loss And Gain 3/30/2010
370. In The Harbour: From The French 3/30/2010
371. In The Harbour: Four By The Clock 3/30/2010
372. In The Harbour: Elegiac Verse 3/30/2010
373. In The Harbour: Decoration Day 3/30/2010
374. In The Harbour: Chimes 3/30/2010
375. In The Harbour: Becalmed 3/30/2010
376. In The Harbour: Autumn Within 3/30/2010
377. In The Harbour: Auf Wiedersehen 3/30/2010
378. In The Harbour: At La Chaudeau. (From The French Of Charles Coran) 3/30/2010
379. In The Harbour: A Quiet Life. (From The French) 3/30/2010
380. In The Harbour: A Fragment 3/30/2010
381. In The Habour: Victor And Vanquished 3/30/2010
382. In The Churchyard At Tarrytown 3/30/2010
383. In The Churchyard At Cambridge. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First) 3/30/2010
384. Il Ponte Vecchio Di Firenze 3/30/2010
385. I Heard The Bells On Christmas Day 1/3/2004
386. Hymn To The Night 12/31/2002
387. Hymn Of The Moravian Nuns Of Bethlehem At The Consecration Of Pulaski's Banner 12/31/2002
388. Hymn For My Brother's Ordination 3/30/2010
389. Holidays 1/3/2003
390. Hiawatha's Wooing 12/31/2002
391. Hiawatha's Wedding-Feast 12/31/2002
392. Hiawatha's Sailing 12/31/2002
393. Hiawatha's Lamentation 12/31/2002
394. Hiawatha's Friends 12/31/2002
395. Hiawatha's Fishing 12/31/2002
396. Hiawatha's Fasting 12/31/2002
397. Hiawatha's Departure 12/31/2002
398. Hiawatha's Childhood 12/31/2002
399. Hiawatha And The Pearl-Feather 12/31/2002
400. Hiawatha And Mudjekeewis 12/31/2002
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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