Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems

81. Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. Interlude I. 3/30/2010
82. Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. Prelude; The Wayside Inn 3/30/2010
83. Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga Of King Olaf I. -- The Challenge Of Thor 3/30/2010
84. Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. The Poet's Tale; Charlemagne 3/30/2010
85. The Brook And The Wave. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Third) 3/30/2010
86. The Brook. (From The Spanish) 3/30/2010
87. The Descent Of The Muses 3/30/2010
88. The Four Princesses At Wilna. A Photograph 3/30/2010
89. Ultima Thule: The Tide Rises, The Tide Falls 3/30/2010
90. The Song Of Hiawatha Xvii: The Hunting Of Pau-Puk Keewis 3/30/2010
91. The Old Bridge At Florence 3/30/2010
92. The Fugitive. (Tartar Song, From The Prose Version Of Chodzko) 3/30/2010
93. The Burial Of The Poet 3/30/2010
94. The Dead. (From The German Of Stockmann) 3/30/2010
95. The Demoniac Of Gadara 3/30/2010
96. Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. The Spanish Jew's Second Tale; Scanderbeg 3/30/2010
97. Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. The Landlord's Tale; The Rhyme Of Sir Christopher 3/30/2010
98. Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 3. Interlude Iv. 3/30/2010
99. Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 2. Interlude Vi. 3/30/2010
100. The Artist. (Sonnet I.) 3/30/2010
101. The Bells Of San Blas 3/30/2010
102. The Chamber Over The Gate 3/30/2010
103. The Castle-Builder. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Third) 3/30/2010
104. The Golden Legend: Iv. The Road To Hirschau 3/30/2010
105. The Sermon Of St. Francis. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth) 3/30/2010
106. Today We Make The Poet's Words Our Own 3/10/2015
107. The Song Of Hiawatha Xx: The Famine 3/30/2010
108. The Song Of Hiawatha Xiii: Blessing The Cornfields 3/30/2010
109. The Song Of Hiawatha Xiv: Picture-Writing 3/30/2010
110. The Goblet Of Life 3/30/2010
111. Ultima Thule: Robert Burns 3/30/2010
112. Ultima Thule: The Poet And His Songs 3/30/2010
113. The Nature Of Love. (From The Italian) 3/30/2010
114. The Cumberland 3/30/2010
115. Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Sicilian's Tale; King Robert Of Sicily 3/30/2010
116. The Dwarves 3/30/2010
117. The Phantom Ship. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First) 3/30/2010
118. The Children Of The Lord's Supper. (From The Swedish Of Bishop Tegner) 3/30/2010
119. Suspiria 3/30/2010
120. The Angler's Song 3/30/2010

Comments about Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  • Daniel De Villa (1/19/2014 4:47:00 AM)

    He's my favorite poet. The Psalm of Life is one of my favorite poems and is also one of the first poems I read.

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  • Sj Holland Sj Holland (7/4/2013 5:42:00 PM)

    How sorrowful the story about Fanny's death and Longfellow's subsequent depression. He penned beautiful poetry while suffering emotionally long after her passing.

  • Calico Jack Calico Jack (4/20/2012 1:03:00 PM)

    Force rules the world still,
    Has ruled it, shall rule it;
    Meekness is weakness,
    Strength is triumphant,
    Over the whole earth
    Still is it Thor's-Day!

    from the Saga of King Olaf
    Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

    No its Friday!

  • Sam Jones (12/21/2009 9:44:00 AM)

    OMG! His poems r awesome, but i heard this poem called Sam Jones, Conqueror of the World! It's awesome. Read it and vote it a 10! ! !

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

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

  • 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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Memories

Oft I remember those I have known
In other days, to whom my heart was lead
As by a magnet, and who are not dead,
But absent, and their memories overgrown
With other thoughts and troubles of my own,
As graves with grasses are, and at their head
The stone with moss and lichens so o'er spread,
Nothing is legible but the name alone.
And is it so with them? After long years.

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