Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems

201. Voices Of The Night : The Beleaguered City 3/30/2010
202. The Four Winds 1/1/2004
203. Song. (From The Spanish) 3/30/2010
204. The Warden Of The Cinque Ports. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First) 3/30/2010
205. The Statue Over The Cathedral Door. (From The German Of Julius Mosen) 3/30/2010
206. The Harvest Moon 3/30/2010
207. Sonnet. On Mrs. Kemble's Readings From Shakespeare 3/30/2010
208. Ultima Thule: My Cathedral 3/30/2010
209. Voices Of The Night : Flowers 3/30/2010
210. The Terrestrial Paradise. (From Dante. Purgatorio, Xxviii.) 3/30/2010
211. The Skeleton In Armor 1/3/2003
212. Victor Galbraith. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First) 3/30/2010
213. Virgil's First Eclogue 3/30/2010
214. Vittoria Colonna 3/30/2010
215. To My Brooklet. (From The French Of Ducis) 3/30/2010
216. To The Stork. (Armenian Popular Song, From The Prose Version Of Alishan) 3/30/2010
217. The Challenge Of Thor 1/3/2003
218. The Soul's Complaint Against The Body. (From The Anglo-Saxon) 3/30/2010
219. The Ladder Of St. Augustine. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First) 3/30/2010
220. The Evening Star 1/1/2004
221. To Italy. (From Filicaja) 3/30/2010
222. Voices Of The Night : Prelude 3/30/2010
223. Pegasus in Pound 12/10/2015
224. To-Morrow (From The Spanish Of Lope De Vega) 3/30/2010
225. Ultima Thule: Elegiac 3/30/2010
226. Songo River. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth) 3/30/2010
227. Song. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth) 3/30/2010
228. Ultima Thule: Night 3/30/2010
229. Voices Of The Night : Footsteps Of Angels 3/30/2010
230. The Masque Of Pandora 3/30/2010
231. Earlier Poems : Burial Of The Minnisink 3/30/2010
232. Spring. (From The French Of Charles D'Orleans. Xv. Century) 3/30/2010
233. To The River Yvette. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth) 3/30/2010
234. To Cardinal Richelieu. (From Malherbe) 3/30/2010
235. Jeckoyva 3/30/2010
236. Sunrise On The Hills 12/31/2002
237. Voices Of The Night : The Reaper And The Flowers 3/30/2010
238. Flower-De-Luce: Divina Commedia 3/30/2010
239. Voices Of The Night : Hymn To The Night 3/30/2010
240. Rondel. (From The Duke Of Orleans) 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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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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