Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems

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

In the ...

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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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