Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems

441. Sundown 1/3/2003
442. Voices Of The Night 12/31/2002
443. The Day Is Done 1/3/2003
444. Hiawatha's Fasting 12/31/2002
445. Mezzo Cammin 12/31/2002
446. O Ship Of State 1/3/2003
447. Daybreak. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First) 3/30/2010
448. God's-Acre 12/31/2002
449. Hiawatha's Friends 12/31/2002
450. Hiawatha's Departure 12/31/2002
451. Sound Of The Sea, The 12/31/2002
452. Ladder Of St. Augustine, The 12/31/2002
453. Haroun Al Raschid 1/3/2003
454. Hiawatha And The Pearl-Feather 12/31/2002
455. Blessing The Cornfields 12/31/2002
456. A Wraith In The Mist. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth) 3/30/2010
457. Autumnal Nightfall 3/30/2010
458. By The Seaside : The Secret Of The Sea 3/30/2010
459. The Sound Of The Sea 1/3/2003
460. The Song Of Hiawatha: X 1/3/2003
461. Hiawatha's Wedding-Feast 12/31/2002
462. It Is Not Always May 12/31/2002
463. Light Of Stars, The 12/31/2002
464. Courtship Of Miles Standish, The 12/31/2002
465. Chaucer 1/1/2004
466. Hiawatha's Sailing 12/31/2002
467. Drinking Song 12/31/2002
468. Blind Bartimeus 12/31/2002
469. Four Winds, The 12/31/2002
470. Allah. (From The German Of Mahlmann) 3/30/2010
471. Tide Rises, The Tide Falls, The 12/31/2002
472. Burial Of The Minnisink 12/31/2002
473. Holidays 1/3/2003
474. Introduction To The Song Of Hiawatha 1/1/2004
475. Curfew 12/31/2002
476. Carillon 12/31/2002
477. A Ballad Of The French Fleet. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth) 3/30/2010
478. There Was A Little Girl 1/3/2003
479. Hiawatha's Wooing 12/31/2002
480. Memories 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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