Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems

361. Mad River, In The White Mountains 3/30/2010
362. Cadenabbia. Lake Of Como. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth) 3/30/2010
363. Dirge Over A Nameless Grave 3/30/2010
364. Sir Humphrey Gilbert 1/1/2004
365. In The Harbour: Autumn Within 3/30/2010
366. Silent Love. (From The German) 3/30/2010
367. The White Tzar 1/3/2003
368. The Jewish Cemetery At Newport 1/3/2003
369. To William E. Channing 12/31/2002
370. Son Of The Evening Star, The 12/31/2002
371. By The Seaside : The Evening Star 3/30/2010
372. Hermes Trismegistus 3/30/2010
373. Ultima Thule: Dedication To G. W. G. 1/1/2004
374. Forsaken. (From The German) 3/30/2010
375. Serenade From “the Spanish Student” 3/30/2010
376. To The Driving Cloud 12/31/2002
377. Earlier Poems : Woods In Winter 3/30/2010
378. Columbus. (A Translation From Schiller) 3/30/2010
379. Old St David's At Radnor 1/3/2003
380. Childhood. (From The Danish) 3/30/2010
381. My Secret. (From The French Of Felix Arvers) 3/30/2010
382. By The Seaside : Twilight 3/30/2010
383. Il Ponte Vecchio Di Firenze 3/30/2010
384. L'Envoi 12/31/2002
385. King Trisanku 1/3/2003
386. Beware! (From The German) 3/30/2010
387. Evangeline: Part The First. I. 3/30/2010
388. Musings 3/30/2010
389. Pau-Puk-Keewis 12/31/2002
390. The Two Locks Of Hair. From The German Of Pfeizer 3/30/2010
391. Blessed Are The Dead. (From The German) 3/30/2010
392. Youth And Age. (Sonnet Iii.) 3/30/2010
393. Changed. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Third) 3/30/2010
394. Jugurtha 1/3/2003
395. The Witnesses 1/1/2004
396. Barèges. (From The French Of Lefranc De Pompignan) 3/30/2010
397. The Song Of Hiawatha: Introduction And Vocabulary 3/30/2010
398. By The Seaside : The Fire Of Driftwood 3/30/2010
399. Beowulf's Expedition To Heort 3/30/2010
400. Picture-Writing 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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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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