Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882) was the most popular American poet of the 19th century. His narrative poems—including "Paul Revere's Ride," "Evangeline," and "The…
"From the outskirts of the town Where of old the mile-stone stood. Now a stranger, looking down I behold the shadowy crown"
"In those days said Hiawatha, "Lo! how all things fade and perish! From the memory of the old men Pass away the great traditions,"
"Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known"
"How beautiful is the rain! After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, How beautiful is the ra"
"MAY 23, 1864 How beautiful it was, that one bright day In the long week of rain! Though all its splendor could not chase away"
"In that desolate land and lone, Where the Big Horn and Yellowstone Roar down their mountain path, By their fires the Sioux Chie"
"I like that ancient Saxon phrase, which calls The burial-ground God's-Acre! It is just; It consecrates each grave within its walls,"
"TO ALFRED TENNYSON Poet! I come to touch thy lance with mine; Not as a knight, who on the listed field Of tourney touched"
"I heard a voice, that cried, "Balder the Beautiful Is dead, is dead!" And through the misty air Passed like the mournful cry"
"O sweet illusions of Song, That tempt me everywhere, In the lonely fields, and the throng Of the crowded thoroughfare!"
"Into the darkness and the hush of night Slowly the landscape sinks, and fades away, And with it fade the phantoms of the day,"
"Turn, turn, my wheel? Turn round and round Without a pause, without a sound: So spins the flying world away! This clay, well"
"I When I remember them, those friends of mine, Who are no longer here, the noble three, Who half my life were more than fr"
"This is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms; But front their silent pipes no anthem pe"
"Whene'er a noble deed is wrought, Whene'er is spoken a noble thought, Our hearts, in glad surprise, To higher levels rise"
"THE LEGEND BEAUTIFUL "Hads't thou stayed, I must have fled!" That is what the Vision said. In his chamber all alone, Kneelin"
"Thou ancient oak! whose myriad leaves are loud With sounds of unintelligible speech, Sounds as of surges on a shingly beach,"
"Listen, my children, and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five; Hardly a"
"O faithful, indefatigable tides, That evermore upon God's errands go,-- Now seaward bearing tidings of the land,-- Now landward bea"
"In Mather's Magnalia Christi, Of the old colonial time, May be found in prose the legend That is here set down in rhyme."
"Oft I remember those whom I have known In other days, to whom my heart was led As by a magnet, and who are not dead, Bu"
"As one who long hath fled with panting breath Before his foe, bleeding and near to fall, I turn and set my back against the wall"
"Nowhere such a devious stream, Save in fancy or in dream, Winding slow through bush and brake Links together lake and lake. W"
"At anchor in Hampton Roads we lay, On board of the cumberland, sloop-of-war; And at times from the fortress across the bay"
"Like two cathedral towers these stately pines Uplift their fretted summits tipped with cones; The arch beneath them is not built"
"Of Prometheus, how undaunted On Olympus' shining bastions His audacious foot he planted, Myths are told and songs are chanted,"
"The day is ending, The night is descending; The marsh is frozen, The river dead. Through clouds like ashes The red sun f"
"You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis, He, the handsome Yenadizze, Whom the people called the Storm-Fool, Vexed the village with distur"
"In the village churchyard she lies, Dust is in her beautiful eyes, No more she breathes, nor feels, nor stirs; At her feet and"
"Once the Emperor Charles of Spain, With his swarthy, grave commanders, I forget in what campaign, Long besieged, in mud and rai"
"Sweet the memory is to me Of a land beyond the sea, Where the waves and mountains meet, Where, amid her mulberry-trees Sits Am"
"Filled is Life's goblet to the brim; And though my eyes with tears are dim, I see its sparkling bubbles swim, And chant a melancholy hymn With solemn"
"Listen my children and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five; Hardly a man is now alive Who"
"When I compare What I have lost with what I have gained, What I have missed with what attained, Little room do I find for pride. I am aware How many"
"The night is come, but not too soon; And sinking silently, All silently, the little moon Drops down behind the sky. There is no light in earth or hea"
"The sea awoke at midnight from its sleep, And round the pebbly beaches far and wide I heard the first wave of the rising tide Rush onward with uninter"
"Here in a little rustic hermitage Alfred the Saxon King, Alfred the Great, Postponed the cares of king-craft to translate"
"One day, Haroun Al Raschid read A book wherein the poet said:-- "Where are the kings, and where the rest Of those who once the wor"
"This is the place. Stand still, my steed, Let me review the scene, And summon from the shadowy Past The forms that once"
"I see amid the fields of Ayr A ploughman, who, in foul and fair, Sings at his task So clear, we know not if it is The"
"Beautiful valley! through whose verdant meads Unheard the Garigliano glides along;-- The Liris, nurse of rushes and of reeds,"
"I Peradventure of old, some bard in Ionian Islands, Walking alone by the sea, hearing the wash of the waves, Learned the secre"
"RESIGNATION There is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended,"
"There is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers"
"Blind Bartimeus at the gates Of Jericho in darkness waits; He hears the crowd;--he hears a breath Say, "It is Christ of Nazareth!""
"I have a vague remembrance Of a story, that is told In some ancient Spanish legend Or chronicle of old. It was when b"
"THE BARON OF ST. CASTINE Baron Castine of St. Castine Has left his chateau in the Pyrenees, And sailed across the western seas."
"Is it so far from thee Thou canst no longer see, In the Chamber over the Gate, That old man desolate, Weeping and wailing sore"
"ELIZABETH I "Ah, how short are the days! How soon the night overtakes us! In the old country the twilight is longer; but here"
"AZRAEL King Solomon, before his palace gate At evening, on the pavement tessellate Was walking with a stranger from the East,"
"Filled is Life's goblet to the brim; And though my eyes with tears are dim, I see its sparkling bubbles swim, And chant a melanchol"
"Taddeo Gaddi built me. I am old, Five centuries old. I plant my foot of stone Upon the Arno, as St. Michael's own"
"Stay, stay at home, my heart, and rest; Home-keeping hearts are happiest, For those that wander they know not where Are full of tro"
"By the shore of Gitche Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, At the doorway of his wigwam, In the pleasant Summer morning, Hiaw"
"Sweet as the tender fragrance that survives, When martyred flowers breathe out their little lives, Sweet as a song that once consoled ou"
"It was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea; And the skipper had taken his little daughter, To bear him comp"
"Sweet chimes! that in the loneliness of night Salute the passing hour, and in the dark And silent chambers of the household mark"
"The young Endymion sleeps Endymion's sleep; The shepherd-boy whose tale was left half told! The solemn grove uplifts its shield"
"TRAVELLER Why dost thou wildly rush and roar, Mad River, O Mad River? Wilt thou not pause and cease to pour Thy hurrying,"
"In his lodge beside a river, Close beside a frozen river, Sat an old man, sad and lonely. White his hair was as a snow-drift;"