Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems

321. In The Harbour: The City And The Sea 3/30/2010
322. To An Old Danish Song-Book 12/31/2002
323. Santa Filomena. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First) 3/30/2010
324. Voices Of The Night : A Psalm Of Life 3/30/2010
325. The Two Rivers 3/30/2010
326. The Two Angels. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First) 3/30/2010
327. In The Harbour: A Fragment 3/30/2010
328. By The Fireside : Sand Of The Desert In An Hour-Glass 3/30/2010
329. Woodstock Park 3/30/2010
330. By The Seaside : The Evening Star 3/30/2010
331. In The Harbour: Decoration Day 3/30/2010
332. Hymn For My Brother's Ordination 3/30/2010
333. The Three Silences Of Molinos 3/30/2010
334. In The Harbour: Moonlight 3/30/2010
335. In The Harbour: Chimes 3/30/2010
336. Coplas De Manrique (From The Spanish) 3/30/2010
337. Evangeline: Part The Second. Iii. 3/30/2010
338. Song 3/30/2010
339. In The Habour: Victor And Vanquished 3/30/2010
340. In The Harbour: Becalmed 3/30/2010
341. Flower-De-Luce: Palingenesis 3/30/2010
342. Mad River, In The White Mountains 3/30/2010
343. In The Harbour: From The French 3/30/2010
344. Weariness. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Second) 3/30/2010
345. In The Harbour: A Quiet Life. (From The French) 3/30/2010
346. By The Fireside : The Open Window 3/30/2010
347. Earlier Poems : Sunrise On The Hills 3/30/2010
348. Remorse. (From August Von Platen) 3/30/2010
349. In The Harbour: Auf Wiedersehen 3/30/2010
350. In The Harbour: Four By The Clock 3/30/2010
351. Sir Humphrey Gilbert 1/1/2004
352. The Meeting 1/3/2003
353. In The Harbour: Loss And Gain 3/30/2010
354. Fire. (Sonnet Ii.) 3/30/2010
355. Sleep 3/30/2010
356. Earlier Poems : The Spirit Of Poetry 3/30/2010
357. In The Harbour: Memories 3/30/2010
358. In The Churchyard At Cambridge. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First) 3/30/2010
359. Cadenabbia. Lake Of Como. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth) 3/30/2010
360. Dirge Over A Nameless Grave 3/30/2010

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  • 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

  • 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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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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