Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems

281. By The Fireside : Tegner's Death (Tegner's Drapa) 3/30/2010
282. Santa Filomena. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First) 3/30/2010
283. Song Of The Bell. (From The German) 3/30/2010
284. Oliver Basselin. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First) 3/30/2010
285. Earlier Poems : Autumn 3/30/2010
286. Charles Sumner. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth) 3/30/2010
287. Woodstock Park 3/30/2010
288. Consolation. (To M. Duperrier, Gentleman Of Aix In Provence, On The Death Of His Daughter) 3/30/2010
289. Voices Of The Night : The Light Of Stars 3/30/2010
290. Sunrise On The Hills 12/31/2002
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. Song. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth) 3/30/2010
303. In The Harbour: Possibilities 3/30/2010
304. By The Fireside : Resignation 3/30/2010
305. Moods 3/30/2010
306. In The Harbour: Elegiac Verse 3/30/2010
307. The Warden Of The Cinque Ports 1/3/2003
308. In The Harbour: At La Chaudeau. (From The French Of Charles Coran) 3/30/2010
309. Kéramos 3/30/2010
310. Flower-De-Luce: Killed At The Ford 3/30/2010
311. Evangeline: Part The First. Iii. 3/30/2010
312. Earlier Poems : An April Day 3/30/2010
313. Evangeline: Part The Second. I. 3/30/2010
314. Catawba Wine. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First) 3/30/2010
315. In The Harbour: The Four Lakes Of Madison 3/30/2010
316. Flowers-De-Luce: Noël 3/30/2010
317. Evangeline: Part The Second. V. 3/30/2010
318. Flower-De-Luce: To-Morrow 3/30/2010
319. Canzone 3/30/2010
320. In The Harbour: The Children's Crusade 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!

  • 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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