Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems

481. Allah. (From The German Of Mahlmann) 3/30/2010
482. Tide Rises, The Tide Falls, The 12/31/2002
483. Birds Of Passage 12/31/2002
484. Village Blacksmith, The 12/31/2002
485. Endymion 12/31/2002
486. Hiawatha's Childhood 12/31/2002
487. Holidays 1/3/2003
488. Dante 12/31/2002
489. My Lost Youth 12/31/2002
490. Woods In Winter 12/31/2002
491. Moonlight 1/3/2003
492. Belfry Of Bruges, The 12/31/2002
493. Daylight And Moonlight 1/3/2003
494. A Day Of Sunshine. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Second) 3/30/2010
495. Rain In Summer 12/31/2002
496. The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls 1/3/2003
497. Flowers 12/31/2002
498. Memories 1/3/2003
499. Evening Star, The 12/31/2002
500. Snow-Flakes. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Second) 3/30/2010
501. Hiawatha's Fishing 12/31/2002
502. A Song Of Savoy 3/30/2010
503. The Three Kings 1/3/2003
504. Belisarius 1/3/2003
505. Day Is Done, The 12/31/2002
506. Paul Revere's Ride (The Landlord's Tale) 1/3/2003
507. A Summer Day By The Sea 3/30/2010
508. A Nameless Grave 3/30/2010
509. Arsenal At Springfield, The 12/31/2002
510. Beleaguered City, The 12/31/2002
511. The Rainy Day 1/3/2003
512. Evangeline: A Tale Of Acadie 12/31/2002
513. The Children's Hour 12/31/2002
514. Christmas Bells 1/1/2004
515. Loss And Gain 12/31/2002
516. Afternoon In February 12/31/2002
517. Autumn Within 12/31/2002
518. Nature 12/31/2002
519. A Shadow 3/30/2010
520. The Village Blacksmith 1/3/2003

Comments about Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  • Vikram Aarella - The Poem Shooter (5/18/2006 1:20:00 PM)

    I like W.Longfellow's poems, some of them are really good.

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  • 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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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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