Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems

361. Sleep 3/30/2010
362. In The Churchyard At Tarrytown 3/30/2010
363. In The Harbour: Becalmed 3/30/2010
364. Earlier Poems : The Spirit Of Poetry 3/30/2010
365. In The Harbour: Memories 3/30/2010
366. Dirge Over A Nameless Grave 3/30/2010
367. Sir Humphrey Gilbert 1/1/2004
368. Silent Love. (From The German) 3/30/2010
369. The White Tzar 1/3/2003
370. To William E. Channing 12/31/2002
371. Son Of The Evening Star, The 12/31/2002
372. Hermes Trismegistus 3/30/2010
373. Ultima Thule: Dedication To G. W. G. 1/1/2004
374. Serenade From “the Spanish Student” 3/30/2010
375. To The Driving Cloud 12/31/2002
376. Earlier Poems : Woods In Winter 3/30/2010
377. Columbus. (A Translation From Schiller) 3/30/2010
378. Wanderer's Night Songs. (From Goethe) 3/30/2010
379. Old St David's At Radnor 1/3/2003
380. Childhood. (From The Danish) 3/30/2010
381. The Song Of Hiawatha: Introduction And Vocabulary 3/30/2010
382. The Jewish Cemetery At Newport 1/3/2003
383. King Trisanku 1/3/2003
384. Forsaken. (From The German) 3/30/2010
385. Beware! (From The German) 3/30/2010
386. Evangeline: Part The First. I. 3/30/2010
387. Evangeline: Preface 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. My Secret. (From The French Of Felix Arvers) 3/30/2010
393. Youth And Age. (Sonnet Iii.) 3/30/2010
394. Changed. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Third) 3/30/2010
395. Jugurtha 1/3/2003
396. The Witnesses 1/1/2004
397. Barèges. (From The French Of Lefranc De Pompignan) 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

Comments about Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  • Daniel De Villa (1/19/2014 4:47:00 AM)

    He's my favorite poet. The Psalm of Life is one of my favorite poems and is also one of the first poems I read.

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  • Sj Holland Sj Holland (7/4/2013 5:42:00 PM)

    How sorrowful the story about Fanny's death and Longfellow's subsequent depression. He penned beautiful poetry while suffering emotionally long after her passing.

  • Calico Jack Calico Jack (4/20/2012 1:03:00 PM)

    Force rules the world still,
    Has ruled it, shall rule it;
    Meekness is weakness,
    Strength is triumphant,
    Over the whole earth
    Still is it Thor's-Day!

    from the Saga of King Olaf
    Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

    No its Friday!

  • Sam Jones (12/21/2009 9:44:00 AM)

    OMG! His poems r awesome, but i heard this poem called Sam Jones, Conqueror of the World! It's awesome. Read it and vote it a 10! ! !

  • Vikram Aarella - The Poem Shooter (5/18/2006 1:20:00 PM)

    I like W.Longfellow's poems, some of them are really good.

  • Shinobu Wray (6/18/2005 11:05:00 PM)

    I wonder if the song that neil diamond wrote has any connection between his last name

  • Sex Hamster (4/1/2005 1:51:00 PM)

    I love Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, his poems are so beautiful. They Rock! ! espesially 'the psalm of life'

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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Memories

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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