Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems

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

Comments about Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  • Poem Lover (3/4/2014 4:17:00 PM)

    this poem made me wanna cry. like i was reading this is the car and i just started to ball my eyes out.. this really touched my heart. i shared the story with my book club and everyone loved it

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  • 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.

  • 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.

  • 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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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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