Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems

41. By The Fireside : The Builders 3/30/2010
42. By The Fireside : The Open Window 3/30/2010
43. By The Fireside : The Singers 3/30/2010
44. By The Seaside : Sir Humphrey Gilbert 3/30/2010
45. By The Seaside : The Evening Star 3/30/2010
46. By The Seaside : The Fire Of Driftwood 3/30/2010
47. By The Seaside : The Lighthouse 3/30/2010
48. By The Seaside : The Secret Of The Sea 3/30/2010
49. By The Seaside : Twilight 3/30/2010
50. Cadenabbia. Lake Of Como. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth) 3/30/2010
51. Cantos From Dante's Paradiso 3/30/2010
52. Canzone 3/30/2010
53. Carillon 12/31/2002
54. Castles In Spain. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth) 3/30/2010
55. Catawba Wine. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First) 3/30/2010
56. Changed. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Third) 3/30/2010
57. Charles Sumner. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth) 3/30/2010
58. Chaucer 1/1/2004
59. Childhood. (From The Danish) 3/30/2010
60. Children 12/31/2002
61. Christmas Bells 1/1/2004
62. Columbus. (A Translation From Schiller) 3/30/2010
63. Consolation. (To M. Duperrier, Gentleman Of Aix In Provence, On The Death Of His Daughter) 3/30/2010
64. Coplas De Manrique (From The Spanish) 3/30/2010
65. Courtship Of Miles Standish, The 12/31/2002
66. Curfew 12/31/2002
67. Dante 12/31/2002
68. Day Is Done, The 12/31/2002
69. Daybreak. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First) 3/30/2010
70. Daylight And Moonlight 1/3/2003
71. Death Of Archbishop Turpin. (From The French) 3/30/2010
72. Death Of Kwasind, The 12/31/2002
73. Delia. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth) 3/30/2010
74. Dirge Over A Nameless Grave 3/30/2010
75. Discoverer Of The North Cape. A Leaf From King Alfred's Orosius. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First) 3/30/2010
76. Divina Commedia 1/1/2004
77. Drinking Song 12/31/2002
78. Earlier Poems : An April Day 3/30/2010
79. Earlier Poems : Autumn 3/30/2010
80. Earlier Poems : Burial Of The Minnisink 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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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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