Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"THE BIRDS OF KILLINGWORTH     It was the season, when through all the land         The merle and mavis build, and building sing     Those love"

"Dear child! how radiant on thy mother's knee,     With merry-making eyes and jocund smiles,     Thou gazest at the painted tiles,     Whose fig"

"Dans les moments de la vie ou la reflexion devient plus calme et plus profonde, ou l'interet et l'avarice parlent moins haut que la raison, dans les i"

"When the warm sun, that brings     Seed-time and harvest, has returned again,     'T is sweet to visit the still wood, where springs"

"There is a quiet spirit in these woods,     That dwells where'er the gentle south-wind blows;     Where, underneath the white-thorn, in the glad"

"Othere, the old sea-captain,         Who dwelt in Helgoland,     To King Alfred, the Lover of Truth,     Brought a snow-white walrus-tooth,"

"TO THE CHILDREN OF CAMBRIDGE     Who presented to me on my Seventy-second Birth-day, February 27, 1879, this Chair, made from the Wood of the Vi"

"THE BELL OF ATRI     At Atri in Abruzzo, a small town     Of ancient Roman date, but scant renown,     One of those little places that have ru"

"The shades of night were falling fast,     As through an Alpine village passed     A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice,     A banner with the"

"The sun is set; and in his latest beams         Yon little cloud of ashen gray and gold,         Slowly upon the amber air unrolled,         Th"

""A soldier of the Union mustered out,"         Is the inscription on an unknown grave         At Newport News, beside the salt-sea wave,"

"I saw the long line of the vacant shore,         The sea-weed and the shells upon the sand,         And the brown rocks left bare on every hand,"

"Here lies the gentle humorist, who died         In the bright Indian Summer of his fame!         A simple stone, with but a date and name,"

"When winter winds are piercing chill,         And through the hawthorn blows the gale,     With solemn feet I tread the hill,         That over"

"THE RHYME OF SIR CHRISTOPHER     It was Sir Christopher Gardiner,     Knight of the Holy Sepulchre,     From Merry England over the sea,"

"I     THE WORKSHOP OF HEPHAESTUS     HEPHAESTUS (standing before the statue of Pandora.)     Not fashioned out of gold, like Hera's throne,"

"L'eternite est une pendule, dont le balancier dit et redit sans cesse ces deux mots seulement dans le silence des tombeaux:     "Toujours! jamais"

""As unto the bow the cord is,     So unto the man is woman;     Though she bends him, she obeys him,     Though she draws him, yet she follows,"

"I stood on the bridge at midnight,         As the clocks were striking the hour,     And the moon rose o'er the city,         Behind the dark c"

"Gaddi mi fece; il Ponte Vecchio sono;         Cinquecent' anni gia sull' Arno pianto         Il piede, come il suo Michele Santo         Pianto"

"Becalmed upon the sea of Thought,     Still unattained the land it sought,     My mind, with loosely-hanging sails,     Lies waiting the auspic"

"When descends on the Atlantic          The gigantic     Storm-wind of the equinox,     Landward in his wrath he scourges          The toiling"

"Each heart has its haunted chamber,         Where the silent moonlight falls!     On the floor are mysterious footsteps,         There are whis"

"CHARLEMAGNE     Olger the Dane and Desiderio,     King of the Lombards, on a lofty tower     Stood gazing northward o'er the rolling plains,"

"Ye voices, that arose     After the Evening's close,     And whispered to my restless heart repose!     Go, breathe it in the ear     Of all"

"Robert of Sicily, brother of Pope Urbane     And Valmond, Emperor of Allemaine,     Apparelled in magnificent attire,     With retinue of many"

"Until we meet again!    That is the meaning     Of the familiar words, that men repeat         At parting in the street.     Ah yes, till then!"

"What an image of peace and rest         Is this little church among its graves!     All is so quiet; the troubled breast,     The wounded spiri"

"St. Bototlph's Town!    Hither across the plains         And fens of Lincolnshire, in garb austere,         There came a Saxon monk, and founded"

"In the long, sleepless watches of the night,         A gentle face--the face of one long dead--         Looks at me from the wall, where round i"

"In the ancient town of Bruges,     In the quaint old Flemish city,     As the evening shades descended,     Low and loud and sweetly blended,"

"How strange it seems!    These Hebrews in their graves,         Close by the street of this fair seaport town,     Silent beside the never-silen"

"Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis,     Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies.--OVID, Fastorum, Lib. vi.     "O Caesar, we who are ab"

"I     What is this I read in history,     Full of marvel, full of mystery,     Difficult to understand?     Is it fiction, is it truth?"

"What say the Bells of San Blas     To the ships that southward pass         From the harbor of Mazatlan?     To them it is nothing more     Th"

"Burn, O evening hearth, and waken         Pleasant visions, as of old!     Though the house by winds be shaken,         Safe I keep this room o"

"Sing, O Song of Hiawatha,     Of the happy days that followed,     In the land of the Ojibways,     In the pleasant land and peaceful!     Sin"

"Sadly as some old mediaeval knight         Gazed at the arms he could no longer wield,         The sword two-handed and the shining shield"

"Welcome, my old friend,     Welcome to a foreign fireside,     While the sullen gales of autumn     Shake the windows.     The ungrateful wor"

"I shot an arrow into the air,     It fell to earth, I knew not where;     For, so swiftly it flew, the sight     Could not follow it in its fli"

"Beware!    The Israelite of old, who tore         The lion in his path,--when, poor and blind,     He saw the blessed light of heaven no more,"

"Tell me not, in mournful numbers,         Life is but an empty dream!     For the soul is dead that slumbers,         And things are not what t"

"A handful of red sand, from the hot clime         Of Arab deserts brought,     Within this glass becomes the spy of Time,         The minister"

"Under a spreading chestnut-tree         The village smithy stands;     The smith, a mighty man is he,         With large and sinewy hands;"

"In dark fens of the Dismal Swamp         The hunted Negro lay;     He saw the fire of the midnight camp,     And heard at times a horse's tramp"

"Oh the long and dreary Winter!     Oh the cold and cruel Winter!     Ever thicker, thicker, thicker     Froze the ice on lake and river,     E"

""NAHANT, September 8, 1880,     Four o'clock in the morning."     Four by the clock! and yet not day;     But the great world rolls and wheels"

"Out of the bosom of the Air,         Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,     Over the woodlands brown and bare,         Over the har"

"A mist was driving down the British Channel,             The day was just begun,     And through the window-panes, on floor and panel,"

"Behold! a giant am I!         Aloft here in my tower,         With my granite jaws I devour     The maize, and the wheat, and the rye,"

"TO JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER     Three Silences there are: the first of speech,         The second of desire, the third of thought;         This"

"The rocky ledge runs far into the sea,         And on its outer point, some miles away,     The Lighthouse lifts its massive masonry,         A"

"In Ocean's wide domains,         Half buried in the sands,     Lie skeletons in chains,         With shackled feet and hands.     Beyond the"

"Come, old friend! sit down and listen!         From the pitcher, placed between us,     How the waters laugh and glisten         In the head of"

"Lull me to sleep, ye winds, whose fitful sound         Seems from some faint Aeolian harp-string caught;         Seal up the hundred wakeful eye"

"In the Valley of the Vire         Still is seen an ancient mill,     With its gables quaint and queer,         And beneath the window-sill,"

"I lay upon the headland-height, and listened     To the incessant sobbing of the sea         In caverns under me,     And watched the waves, th"

"Labor with what zeal we will,         Something still remains undone,     Something uncompleted still         Waits the rising of the sun."

"I have read, in some old, marvellous tale,         Some legend strange and vague,     That a midnight host of spectres pale         Beleaguered"

"Out of childhood into manhood     Now had grown my Hiawatha,     Skilled in all the craft of hunters,     Learned in all the lore of old men,"