Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"Loud he sang the psalm of David!     He, a Negro and enslaved,     Sang of Israel's victory,     Sang of Zion, bright and free.     In that h"

"VITTORIA COLONNA, on the death of her hushand, the Marchese di Pescara, retired to her castle at Ischia (Inarime), and there wrote the Ode upon his de"

"I am poor and old and blind;     The sun burns me, and the wind         Blows through the city gate     And covers me with dust     From the w"

"He is dead, the beautiful youth,     The heart of honor, the tongue of truth,     He, the life and light of us all,     Whose voice was blithe"

"Come to me, O ye children!         For I hear you at your play,     And the questions that perplexed me         Have vanished quite away."

"Envoye A M. Agassiz, La Veille De Noel 1864, Avec Un Panier De Vins Divers     L'Academie en respect,     Nonobstant l'incorrection     A la fave"

"O ye dead Poets, who are living still         Immortal in your verse, though life be fled,         And ye, O living Poets, who are dead"

"Forth upon the Gitche Gumee,     On the shining Big-Sea-Water,     With his fishing-line of cedar,     Of the twisted bark of cedar,     Forth"

"Lo! in the painted oriel of the West,         Whose panes the sunken sun incarnadines,         Like a fair lady at her casement, shines"

"After so long an absence         At last we meet again:     Does the meeting give us pleasure,         Or does it give us pain?     The tree"

"The tide rises, the tide falls,     The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;     Along the sea-sands damp and brown     The traveller hastens to"

"Dark is the morning with mist; in the narrow mouth of the harbor         Motionless lies the sea, under its curtain of cloud;     Dreamily glimm"

"All are architects of Fate,         Working in these walls of Time;     Some with massive deeds and great,         Some with ornaments of rhyme"

"The twilight is sad and cloudy,         The wind blows wild and free,     And like the wings of sea-birds         Flash the white caps of the s"

"All houses wherein men have lived and died         Are haunted houses.    Through the open doors     The harmless phantoms on their errands glid"

"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 dea"

"I     Oft have I seen at some cathedral door         A laborer, pausing in the dust and heat,         Lay down his burden, and with reverent f"

"In the market-place of Bruges stands the belfry old and brown;     Thrice consumed and thrice rebuilded, still it watches o'er the town.     As"

"I stood upon the hills, when heaven's wide arch     Was glorious with the sun's returning march,     And woods were brightened, and soft gal"

"Maiden! with the meek, brown eyes,     In whose orbs a shadow lies     Like the dusk in evening skies!     Thou whose locks outshine the sun,"

"Mounted on Kyrat strong and fleet,     His chestnut steed with four white feet,         Roushan Beg, called Kurroglou,     Son of the road and"

"I     Slowly the hour-hand of the clock moves round;         So slowly that no human eye hath power         To see it move!    Slowly in shine"

"PART FIRST     PRELUDE     THE WAYSIDE INN     One Autumn night, in Sudbury town,     Across the meadows bare and brown,     The windows o"

""E venni dal martirio a questa pace."     These words the poet heard in Paradise,         Uttered by one who, bravely dying here,         In t"

"Neglected record of a mind neglected,     Unto what "lets and stops" art thou subjected!     The day with all its toils and occupations,     Th"

"Dead he lay among his books!     The peace of God was in his looks.     As the statues in the gloom     Watch o'er Maximilian's tomb,     So"

"JANUARY     Janus am I; oldest of potentates;         Forward I look, and backward, and below     I count, as god of avenues and gates,"

"Flow on, sweet river! like his verse     Who lies beneath this sculptured hearse     Nor wait beside the churchyard wall     For him who cannot"

"It is autumn; not without,         But within me is the cold.     Youth and spring are all about;         It is I that have grown old.     Bi"

"In St. Luke's Gospel we are told     How Peter in the days of old             Was sifted;     And now, though ages intervene,     Sin is the s"

"How many lives, made beautiful and sweet         By self-devotion and by self-restraint,         Whose pleasure is to run without complaint"

"Simon Danz has come home again,         From cruising about with his buccaneers;     He has singed the beard of the King of Spain,     And carr"

"WRITTEN ON REVISITING BRUNSWICK IN THE SUMMER OF 1875     Among the many lives that I have known,         None I remember more serene and sweet"

"As the birds come in the Spring,         We know not from where;     As the stars come at evening         From depths of the air;     As the"

""Build me straight, O worthy Master!         Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel,     That shall laugh at all disaster,         And with wave an"

"[Greek quotation]     I heard the trailing garments of the Night              Sweep through her marble halls!     I saw her sable skirts all fring"

"As a fond mother, when the day is o'er,         Leads by the hand her little child to bed,         Half willing, half reluctant to be led,"

"One Autumn night, in Sudbury town,     Across the meadows bare and brown,     The windows of the wayside inn     Gleamed red with fire-light th"

"OCTOBER, 1746     MR. THOMAS PRINCE loquitur.     A fleet with flags arrayed         Sailed from the port of Brest,     And the Admiral's sh"

"MAIDEN     O weathercock on the village spire,     With your golden feathers all on fire,     Tell me, what can you see from your perch     Ab"

"God sent his Singers upon earth     With songs of sadness and of mirth,     That they might touch the hearts of men,     And bring them back to"

"'T is late at night, and in the realm of sleep         My little lambs are folded like the flocks;         From room to room I hear the wakeful"

"Under Mount Etna he lies,         It is slumber, it is not death;     For he struggles at times to arise,     And above him the lurid skies"

"FLIGHT THE FIRST     . . come i gru van cantando lor lai,     Facendo in aer di se lunga riga. -- DANTE     BIRDS OF PASSAGE     Black sha"

"Leafless are the trees; their purple branches     Spread themselves abroad, like reefs of coral,                 Rising silent     In the Red S"

"The rising moon has hid the stars;     Her level rays, like golden bars,          Lie on the landscape green,          With shadows brown betwe"

"A wind came up out of the sea,     And said, "O mists, make room for me."     It hailed the ships, and cried, "Sail on,     Ye mariners, the n"

"Spake full well, in language quaint and olden,         One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine,     When he called the flowers, so blue and golden"

"EMMA AND EGINHARD     When Alcuin taught the sons of Charlemagne,     In the free schools of Aix, how kings should reign,     And with them ta"

"The holiest of all holidays are those         Kept by ourselves in silence and apart;         The secret anniversaries of the heart,         Wh"

"O precious evenings! all too swiftly sped!         Leaving us heirs to amplest heritages         Of all the best thoughts of the greatest sages,"

"The night is come, but not too soon;         And sinking silently,     All silently, the little moon         Drops down behind the sky.     T"

"Half of my life is gone, and I have let         The years slip from me and have not fulfilled         The aspiration of my youth, to build"

"Beside the ungathered rice he lay,         His sickle in his hand;     His breast was bare, his matted hair         Was buried in the sand."

"I saw, as in a dream sublime,     The balance in the hand of Time.     O'er East and West its beam impended;     And day, with all its hours of"

"Once into a quiet village,         Without haste and without heed,     In the golden prime of morning,         Strayed the poet's winged steed."

""Speak! speak I thou fearful guest      Who, with thy hollow breast      Still in rude armor drest,          Comest to daunt me!      Wrapt no"

"The day is done, and the darkness         Falls from the wings of Night,     As a feather is wafted downward         From an eagle in his fligh"

"THE BALLAD OF CARMILHAN     I     At Stralsund, by the Baltic Sea,         Within the sandy bar,     At sunset of a summer's day,     Ready"

"Just above yon sandy bar,         As the day grows fainter and dimmer,     Lonely and lovely, a single star         Lights the air with a dusky"