Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems

281. Cantos From Dante's Paradiso 3/30/2010
282. By The Fireside : King Witlaf's Drinking-Horn 3/30/2010
283. By The Fireside : Tegner's Death (Tegner's Drapa) 3/30/2010
284. Santa Filomena. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First) 3/30/2010
285. To The River Rhone 3/30/2010
286. Song Of The Bell. (From The German) 3/30/2010
287. Oliver Basselin. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First) 3/30/2010
288. Earlier Poems : Autumn 3/30/2010
289. Woodstock Park 3/30/2010
290. Voices Of The Night : The Light Of Stars 3/30/2010
291. Frithiof's Homestead. (From The Swedish) 3/30/2010
292. Evangeline: Part The Second. Iv. 3/30/2010
293. Frithiof's Temptation. (From The Swedish) 3/30/2010
294. Sandalphon. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First) 3/30/2010
295. Whither? (From The German Of Müller) 3/30/2010
296. Three Friends Of Mine 3/30/2010
297. The Song Of Hiawatha Xxii: Hiawatha's Departure 3/30/2010
298. Enceladus. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Second) 3/30/2010
299. In The Harbour: The Wine Of Jurançon. (From The French Of Charles Coran) 3/30/2010
300. Friar Lubin. (From The French) 3/30/2010
301. Epimetheus, Or The Poet's Afterthought. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First) 3/30/2010
302. In The Harbour: Possibilities 3/30/2010
303. By The Fireside : Resignation 3/30/2010
304. Moods 3/30/2010
305. In The Harbour: Elegiac Verse 3/30/2010
306. Kéramos 3/30/2010
307. Flower-De-Luce: Killed At The Ford 3/30/2010
308. Evangeline: Part The First. Iii. 3/30/2010
309. Earlier Poems : An April Day 3/30/2010
310. Evangeline: Part The Second. I. 3/30/2010
311. Catawba Wine. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First) 3/30/2010
312. In The Harbour: The Four Lakes Of Madison 3/30/2010
313. Flowers-De-Luce: Noël 3/30/2010
314. Evangeline: Part The Second. V. 3/30/2010
315. Flower-De-Luce: To-Morrow 3/30/2010
316. Canzone 3/30/2010
317. In The Harbour: The Children's Crusade 3/30/2010
318. Garfield 3/30/2010
319. In The Harbour: The City And The Sea 3/30/2010
320. To An Old Danish Song-Book 12/31/2002

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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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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