Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems

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

Often I think of the beautiful town
That is seated by the sea;
Often in thought go up and down
The pleasant streets of that dear old town,
And my youth comes back to me.
And a verse of a Lapland song
Is haunting my memory still:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."

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