Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems

161. The Happiest Land. (From The German) 3/30/2010
162. The Golden Mile-Stone. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First) 3/30/2010
163. The Peace-Pipe 1/1/2004
164. The Famine 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 Indian Hunter 3/30/2010
178. The Good Part That Shall Not Be Taken Away 3/30/2010
179. The Good Shepherd (From The Spanish Of Lope De Vega) 3/30/2010
180. The Bridge 1/3/2003
181. The Son Of The Evening Star 1/1/2004
182. Voices Of The Night : L'Envoi 3/30/2010
183. Voices Of The Night : Midnight Mass For The Dying Year 3/30/2010
184. Vox Populi. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Third) 3/30/2010
185. The Fire Of Drift-Wood 1/1/2004
186. The Courtship Of Miles Standish 1/1/2004
187. To Vittoria Colonna. (Sonnet Vi.) 3/30/2010
188. Travels By The Fireside. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth) 3/30/2010
189. Two Sonnets From The Spanish Of Francisco De Medrano 3/30/2010
190. Ultima Thule: From My Arm-Chair 3/30/2010
191. Ultima Thule: Jugurtha 3/30/2010
192. The Lunatic Girl 3/30/2010
193. The Hanging Of The Crane 3/30/2010
194. Songo River. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth) 3/30/2010
195. The Hemlock Tree. (From The German) 3/30/2010
196. Ultima Thule: Bayard Taylor 3/30/2010
197. The Legend Of The Crossbill. (From The German Of Julius Mosen) 3/30/2010
198. Song. (From The Portuguese) 3/30/2010
199. Voices Of The Night : The Beleaguered City 3/30/2010
200. The Four Winds 1/1/2004

Comments about Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  • Poem Lover (3/4/2014 4:17:00 PM)

    this poem made me wanna cry. like i was reading this is the car and i just started to ball my eyes out.. this really touched my heart. i shared the story with my book club and everyone loved it

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  • 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.

  • 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.

  • 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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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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