Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems

161. The Luck Of Edenhall. From The German Of Uhland 3/30/2010
162. The Happiest Land. (From The German) 3/30/2010
163. The Golden Mile-Stone. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First) 3/30/2010
164. The Peace-Pipe 1/1/2004
165. The Belfrey Of Bruges 1/3/2003
166. The Native Land. (From The Spanish Of Francisco De Aldana) 3/30/2010
167. The Poet's Calendar 1/3/2003
168. The Revenge Of Rain-In-The-Face 1/3/2003
169. The Song Of Hiawatha I: The Peace-Pipe 3/30/2010
170. The Golden Legend: V. A Covered Bridge At Lucerne 3/30/2010
171. Venice 3/30/2010
172. To Vittoria Colonna. (Sonnet V.) 3/30/2010
173. The Old Clock On The Stairs 1/1/2004
174. The Golden Legend: Vi. The School Of Salerno 3/30/2010
175. The Herons Of Elmwood. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth) 3/30/2010
176. The Haunted Chamber. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Third) 3/30/2010
177. The Ghosts 1/1/2004
178. The Indian Hunter 3/30/2010
179. The Good Part That Shall Not Be Taken Away 3/30/2010
180. The Good Shepherd (From The Spanish Of Lope De Vega) 3/30/2010
181. The Bridge 1/3/2003
182. The Son Of The Evening Star 1/1/2004
183. Voices Of The Night : L'Envoi 3/30/2010
184. Voices Of The Night : Midnight Mass For The Dying Year 3/30/2010
185. Vox Populi. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Third) 3/30/2010
186. The Fire Of Drift-Wood 1/1/2004
187. The Courtship Of Miles Standish 1/1/2004
188. To Vittoria Colonna. (Sonnet Vi.) 3/30/2010
189. Travels By The Fireside. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth) 3/30/2010
190. Two Sonnets From The Spanish Of Francisco De Medrano 3/30/2010
191. Ultima Thule: From My Arm-Chair 3/30/2010
192. Ultima Thule: Jugurtha 3/30/2010
193. The Hanging Of The Crane 3/30/2010
194. The Lunatic Girl 3/30/2010
195. Songo River. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth) 3/30/2010
196. The Hemlock Tree. (From The German) 3/30/2010
197. Ultima Thule: Bayard Taylor 3/30/2010
198. The Legend Of The Crossbill. (From The German Of Julius Mosen) 3/30/2010
199. The Grave. From The Anglo-Saxon 3/30/2010
200. Song. (From The Portuguese) 3/30/2010

Comments about Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  • 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.

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  • 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!

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  • 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! ! !

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  • 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

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  • 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'

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Best Poem of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The Arrow And The Song

I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.

I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of song?

Long, long afterward, in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.

Read the full of The Arrow And The Song


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.