Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems

441. Agassiz 3/30/2010
442. Sundown 1/3/2003
443. Voices Of The Night 12/31/2002
444. The Day Is Done 1/3/2003
445. Hiawatha's Fasting 12/31/2002
446. Daybreak. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First) 3/30/2010
447. Sound Of The Sea, The 12/31/2002
448. God's-Acre 12/31/2002
449. Hiawatha's Friends 12/31/2002
450. Hiawatha's Departure 12/31/2002
451. Ladder Of St. Augustine, The 12/31/2002
452. Haroun Al Raschid 1/3/2003
453. Hiawatha And The Pearl-Feather 12/31/2002
454. Blessing The Cornfields 12/31/2002
455. Autumnal Nightfall 3/30/2010
456. By The Seaside : The Secret Of The Sea 3/30/2010
457. The Sound Of The Sea 1/3/2003
458. The Song Of Hiawatha: X 1/3/2003
459. Introduction To The Song Of Hiawatha 1/1/2004
460. Hiawatha's Wedding-Feast 12/31/2002
461. The Reaper And The Flowers 1/3/2003
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. A Wraith In The Mist. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth) 3/30/2010
472. Tide Rises, The Tide Falls, The 12/31/2002
473. Burial Of The Minnisink 12/31/2002
474. Holidays 1/3/2003
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. O Ship Of State 1/3/2003
479. There Was A Little Girl 1/3/2003
480. Hiawatha's Wooing 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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The Belfrey Of Bruges

In the market-place of Bruges stands the belfrey old and brown;
Thrice consumed and thrice rebuilded, still it watches o'er the town.

As the summer morn was breaking, on that lofty tower I stood,
And the world through off the darkness, like the weeds of widowhood.

Thick with towns and hamlets studded, and with streams and vapors gray,
Like a shield embossed with silver, round and vast the landscape lay.

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