Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems

81. Earlier Poems : Sunrise On The Hills 3/30/2010
82. Earlier Poems : The Spirit Of Poetry 3/30/2010
83. Earlier Poems : Woods In Winter 3/30/2010
84. Elliot's Oak 3/30/2010
85. Enceladus. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Second) 3/30/2010
86. Endymion 12/31/2002
87. Epimetheus, Or The Poet's Afterthought. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First) 3/30/2010
88. Evangeline: A Tale Of Acadie 12/31/2002
89. Evangeline: Part The First. I. 3/30/2010
90. Evangeline: Part The First. Ii. 3/30/2010
91. Evangeline: Part The First. Iii. 3/30/2010
92. Evangeline: Part The First. Iv. 3/30/2010
93. Evangeline: Part The First. V. 3/30/2010
94. Evangeline: Part The Second. I. 3/30/2010
95. Evangeline: Part The Second. Ii. 3/30/2010
96. Evangeline: Part The Second. Iii. 3/30/2010
97. Evangeline: Part The Second. Iv. 3/30/2010
98. Evangeline: Part The Second. V. 3/30/2010
99. Evangeline: Preface 3/30/2010
100. Evening Star, The 12/31/2002
101. Excelsior 12/31/2002
102. Famine, The 12/31/2002
103. Fata Morgana 12/31/2002
104. Fire. (Sonnet Ii.) 3/30/2010
105. Flower-De-Luce: Christmas Bells 3/30/2010
106. Flower-De-Luce: Divina Commedia 3/30/2010
107. Flower-De-Luce: Giotto's Tower 3/30/2010
108. Flower-De-Luce: Hawthorne 3/30/2010
109. Flower-De-Luce: Killed At The Ford 3/30/2010
110. Flower-De-Luce: Palingenesis 3/30/2010
111. Flower-De-Luce: The Bells Of Lynn. Heard At Nahant 3/30/2010
112. Flower-De-Luce: The Bridge Of Cloud 3/30/2010
113. Flower-De-Luce: The Wind Over The Chimney 3/30/2010
114. Flower-De-Luce: To-Morrow 3/30/2010
115. Flowers 12/31/2002
116. Flowers-De-Luce: Noël 3/30/2010
117. Footsteps Of Angels 12/31/2002
118. Forsaken. (From The German) 3/30/2010
119. Four Winds, The 12/31/2002
120. Friar Lubin. (From The French) 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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