Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems

401. By The Fireside : The Singers 3/30/2010
402. A Dutch Picture. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth) 3/30/2010
403. Mr. Finney's Turnip 3/30/2010
404. Nuremberg 12/31/2002
405. Annie Of Tharaw. (From The Low German Of Simon Dach) 3/30/2010
406. Midnight Mass For The Dying Year 12/31/2002
407. Hymn Of The Moravian Nuns Of Bethlehem At The Consecration Of Pulaski's Banner 12/31/2002
408. Beowulf's Expedition To Heort 3/30/2010
409. Death Of Kwasind, The 12/31/2002
410. By The Seaside : The Lighthouse 3/30/2010
411. The Psalm Of Life 1/13/2003
412. Wapentake 1/3/2003
413. Maidenhood 12/31/2002
414. Keats 1/1/2004
415. Occultation Of Orion, The 12/31/2002
416. Beatrice. (From Dante. Purgatorio, Xxx., Xxxi.) 3/30/2010
417. Morituri Salutamus: Poem For The Fiftieth Anniversary 1/1/2004
418. The White Man's Foot 1/1/2004
419. By The Fireside : The Builders 3/30/2010
420. Milton 1/1/2004
421. Spirit Of Poetry, The 12/31/2002
422. To The River Charles 12/31/2002
423. Helen Of Tyre 1/3/2003
424. My Books 3/30/2010
425. Divina Commedia 1/1/2004
426. Mezzo Cammin 12/31/2002
427. The Hunting Of Pau-Puk Keewis, 12/31/2002
428. Haunted Houses. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First) 3/30/2010
429. Good Part, That Shall Not Be Taken Away, The 12/31/2002
430. Amalfi. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth) 3/30/2010
431. The Cross Of Snow 1/1/2004
432. Fata Morgana 12/31/2002
433. Famine, The 12/31/2002
434. Shakespeare 1/1/2004
435. Hiawatha And Mudjekeewis 12/31/2002
436. Seaweed 1/3/2003
437. To A Child 12/31/2002
438. Boston 3/30/2010
439. Something Left Undone 1/3/2003
440. Hiawatha's Lamentation 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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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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