Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"Awake! arise! the hour is late!         Angels are knocking at thy door!     They are in haste and cannot wait,         And once departed come"

"Nine sisters, beautiful in form and face,         Came from their convent on the shining heights         Of Pierus, the mountain of delights,"

"An old man in a lodge within a park;         The chamber walls depicted all around         With portraitures of huntsman, hawk, and hound."

"The pages of thy book I read,         And as I closed each one,     My heart, responding, ever said,         "Servant of God! well done!""

"THE MOTHER'S GHOST     Svend Dyring he rideth adown the glade;          I myself was young!     There he hath wooed him so winsome a maid;"

"With what a glory comes and goes the year!     The buds of spring, those beautiful harbingers     Of sunny skies and cloudless times, enjoy"

"Have you read in the Talmud of old,     In the Legends the Rabbins have told         Of the limitless realms of the air,--     Have you read it"

"When the hours of Day are numbered,         And the voices of the Night     Wake the better soul, that slumbered,         To a holy, calm delig"

"LADY WENTWORTH.     One hundred years ago, and something more,     In Queen Street, Portsmouth, at her tavern door,     Neat as a pin, and blo"

"Sleep, comrades, sleep and rest         On this Field of the Grounded Arms,     Where foes no more molest,         Nor sentry's shot alarms!"

"You shall hear how Hiawatha     Prayed and fasted in the forest,     Not for greater skill in hunting,     Not for greater craft in fishing,"

"The White Czar is Peter the Great.    Batyushka, Father dear, and Gosudar, Sovereign, are titles the Russian people are fond of giving to the Czar in"

"Witlaf, a king of the Saxons,         Ere yet his last he breathed,     To the merry monks of Croyland         His drinking-horn bequeathed,--"

"[Greek poem here--Euripides.]          Pleasant it was, when woods were green,         And winds were soft and low,     To lie amid some sylvan"

"Southward with fleet of ice         Sailed the corsair Death;     Wild and fast blew the blast,         And the east-wind was his breath."

"The ceaseless rain is falling fast,         And yonder gilded vane,     Immovable for three days past,         Points to the misty main,"

"See, the fire is sinking low,     Dusky red the embers glow,         While above them still I cower,     While a moment more I linger,     Tho"

"Christ to the young man said: "Yet one thing more;         If thou wouldst perfect be,     Sell all thou hast and give it to the poor,"

""Combien faudrait-il de peaux d'Espagne pour faire un gant de cette grandeur?"    A play upon the words gant, a glove, and Gand, the French for Ghent."

"Garlands upon his grave,         And flowers upon his hearse,     And to the tender heart and brave         The tribute of this verse."

"Have I dreamed? or was it real,         What I saw as in a vision,     When to marches hymeneal     In the land of the Ideal         Moved my"

"In the valley of the Pegnitz, where across broad meadow-lands     Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands.     Quain"

"On the Mountains of the Prairie,     On the great Red Pipe-stone Quarry,     Gitche Manito, the mighty,     He the Master of Life, descending,"

"Beautiful lily, dwelling by still rivers,         Or solitary mere,     Or where the sluggish meadow-brook delivers         Its waters to the w"

"THE MONK OF CASAL-MAGGIORE     Once on a time, some centuries ago,         In the hot sunshine two Franciscan friars     Wended their weary wa"

"Sweet faces, that from pictured casements lean         As from a castle window, looking down         On some gay pageant passing through a town,"

"O curfew of the setting sun!    O Bells of Lynn!     O requiem of the dying day!    O Bells of Lynn!     From the dark belfries of yon cloud-ca"

"One summer morning, when the sun was hot,     Weary with labor in his garden-plot,     On a rude bench beneath his cottage eaves,     Ser Feder"

""Honor be to Mudjekeewis!"     Cried the warriors, cried the old men,     When he came in triumph homeward     With the sacred Belt of Wampum,"

"The evening came; the golden vane     A moment in the sunset glanced,     Then darkened, and then gleamed again,     As from the east the moon"

"Soft through the silent air descend the feathery snow-flakes;     White are the distant hills, white are the neighboring fields;     Only the ma"

"This song of mine         Is a Song of the Vine,     To be sung by the glowing embers         Of wayside inns,         When the rain begins"

"Never stoops the soaring vulture     On his quarry in the desert,     On the sick or wounded bison,     But another vulture, watching     From"

"A lovely morning, without the glare of the sun, the sea in great commotion, chafing and foaming.     So from the bosom of darkness our days come"

"Made from a fetter of Bonnivard, the Prisoner of Chillon; the handle of wood from the Frigate Constitution, and bound with a circlet of gold, inset wi"

"Where are the Poets, unto whom belong         The Olympian heights; whose singing shafts were sent         Straight to the mark, and not from bo"

""Sir, I should build me a fortification, if I     came to live here." --BOSWELL'S Johnson.     On the green little isle of Inchkenneth,"

"[Notes from HIAWATHA follow]     INTRODUCTION     Should you ask me, whence these stories?     Whence these legends and traditions,     With"

"Downward through the evening twilight,     In the days that are forgotten,     In the unremembered ages,     From the full moon fell Nokomis,"

"River! that in silence windest      Through the meadows, bright and free,     Till at length thy rest thou findest      In the bosom of the sea"

"A gentle boy, with soft and silken locks         A dreamy boy, with brown and tender eyes,     A castle-builder, with his wooden blocks,"

"I     The lights are out, and gone are all the guests     That thronging came with merriment and jests         To celebrate the Hanging of th"

"Take them, O Death! and bear away         Whatever thou canst call thine own!     Thine image, stamped upon this clay,         Doth give thee t"

"O little feet! that such long years     Must wander on through hopes and fears,         Must ache and bleed beneath your load;     I, nearer to"

"The day is cold, and dark, and dreary     It rains, and the wind is never weary;     The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,     But at e"

"Four limpid lakes,--four Naiades     Or sylvan deities are these,         In flowing robes of azure dressed;     Four lovely handmaids, that up"

"Oh that a Song would sing itself to me         Out of the heart of Nature, or the heart         Of man, the child of Nature, not of Art,"

"Far and wide among the nations     Spread the name and fame of Kwasind;     No man dared to strive with Kwasind,     No man could compete with"

"When Mazarvan the Magician,         Journeyed westward through Cathay,     Nothing heard he but the praises         Of Badoura on his way."

"How much of my young heart, O Spain,         Went out to thee in days of yore!     What dreams romantic filled my brain,     And summoned back"

"Two good friends had Hiawatha,     Singled out from all the others,     Bound to him in closest union,     And to whom he gave the right hand"

"In those days the Evil Spirits,     All the Manitos of mischief,     Fearing Hiawatha's wisdom,     And his love for Chibiabos,     Jealous of"

"When the summer fields are mown,     When the birds are fledged and flown,         And the dry leaves strew the path;     With the falling of t"

"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"

"Up soared the lark into the air,     A shaft of song, a winged prayer,     As if a soul, released from pain,     Were flying back to heaven aga"

"Full of wrath was Hiawatha     When he came into the village,     Found the people in confusion,     Heard of all the misdemeanors,     All th"

"These are the tales those merry guests     Told to each other, well or ill;     Like summer birds that lift their crests     Above the borders"

"Vogelweid the Minnesinger,         When he left this world of ours,     Laid his body in the cloister,         Under Wurtzburg's minster towers"

"On the shores of Gitche Gumee,     Of the shining Big-Sea-Water,     Stood Nokomis, the old woman,     Pointing with her finger westward,"

"It is the Harvest Moon!    On gilded vanes         And roofs of villages, on woodland crests         And their aerial neighborhoods of nests"