Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems

241. The Wave. (From The German Of Tiedge) 3/30/2010
242. Flower-De-Luce: The Bells Of Lynn. Heard At Nahant 3/30/2010
243. The Hunting Of Pau-Puk Keewis 1/1/2004
244. Santa Teresa's Bookmark. (From The Spanish Of Santa Teresa) 3/30/2010
245. St. John's, Cambridge 12/31/2002
246. By The Seaside : Sir Humphrey Gilbert 3/30/2010
247. To The River Rhone 3/30/2010
248. Rondel. (From Froissart) 3/30/2010
249. Elliot's Oak 3/30/2010
250. Prometheus, Or, The Poet's Forethought. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First) 3/30/2010
251. Flower-De-Luce: Hawthorne 3/30/2010
252. Walter Von Der Vogel Weid 12/31/2002
253. Flower-De-Luce: The Wind Over The Chimney 3/30/2010
254. In The Harbour: The Poet's Calendar 3/30/2010
255. Discoverer Of The North Cape. A Leaf From King Alfred's Orosius. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First) 3/30/2010
256. The Venetian Gondolier 3/30/2010
257. Delia. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth) 3/30/2010
258. In The Harbour: To The Avon 3/30/2010
259. Castles In Spain. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth) 3/30/2010
260. Death Of Archbishop Turpin. (From The French) 3/30/2010
261. In The Harbour: Prelude 3/30/2010
262. Monte Cassino. Terra Di Lavoro. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth) 3/30/2010
263. On The Terrace Of The Aigalades. (From The French Of Méry) 3/30/2010
264. Flower-De-Luce: The Bridge Of Cloud 3/30/2010
265. Parker Cleveland. Written On Revisiting Brunswick In The Summer Of 1875 3/30/2010
266. By The Fireside : Gaspar Becerra 3/30/2010
267. Evangeline: Part The First. V. 3/30/2010
268. Earlier Poems : Hymn Of The Moravian Nuns Of Bethlehem 3/30/2010
269. The Challenge Of Thor 1/3/2003
270. Flower-De-Luce: Divina Commedia 3/30/2010
271. Inscription On The Shanklin Fountain 3/30/2010
272. Poetic Aphorisms. (From The Sinngedichte Of Friedrich Von Logau) 3/30/2010
273. Evangeline: Part The Second. Ii. 3/30/2010
274. Renouveau. (From The French) 3/30/2010
275. From The Spanish Cancioneros 3/30/2010
276. In The Harbour: Sundown 3/30/2010
277. Evangeline: Part The First. Ii. 3/30/2010
278. King Christian, A National Song Of Denmark. (From The Danish Of Johannes Evald) 3/30/2010
279. Ovid In Exile, At Tomis, In Bessarabia, Near The Mouths Of The Danube 3/30/2010
280. Cantos From Dante's Paradiso 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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