Henry Longfellow

Monte Cassino. Terra Di Lavoro. Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Monte Cassino. Terra Di Lavoro. Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Monte Cassino. Terra Di Lavoro. Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth Beautiful valley! through whose verdant meads Unheard the Garigliano glides along;– The Liris, nurse of rushes and of reeds, The river taciturn of classic song. The Land of Labor and the Land of Rest, Where mediaeval towns are... »

In The Harbour;  The Children’s Crusade By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

In The Harbour; The Children’s Crusade By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

In The Harbour; The Children’s Crusade I. What is this I read in history, Full of marvel, full of mystery, Difficult to understand? Is it fiction, is it truth? Children in the flower of youth, Heart in heart, and hand in hand, Ignorant of what helps or harms, Without armor, without arms, Journ... »

Hiawatha’s Departure By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Hiawatha’s Departure By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Hiawatha’s Departure By the shore of Gitche Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, At the doorway of his wigwam, In the pleasant Summer morning, Hiawatha stood and waited. All the air was full of freshness, All the earth was bright and joyous, And before him, through the sunshine, Westward towar... »

Evening Star, The By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Evening Star, The By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Evening Star, The Lo! in the painted oriel of the West, Whose panes the sunken sun incarnadines, Like a fair lady at her casement, shines The evening star, the star of love and rest! And then anon she doth herself divest Of all her radiant garments, and reclines Behind the sombre screen of yonder pi... »

Daybreak. Birds Of Passage. Flight The First By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Daybreak. Birds Of Passage. Flight The First By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Daybreak. Birds Of Passage. Flight The First 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 night is gone.’ And hurried landward far away, Crying, ‘Awake! it is the day.’ It said unt... »

By The Fireside ; Sand Of The Desert In An Hour-Glass By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

By The Fireside ; Sand Of The Desert In An Hour-Glass By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

By The Fireside ; Sand Of The Desert In An Hour-Glass A handful of red sand, from the hot clime Of Arab deserts brought, Within this glass becomes the spy of Time, The minister of Thought. How many weary centuries has it been About those deserts blown! How many strange vicissitudes has seen, How man... »

Agassiz By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Agassiz By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Agassiz I stand again on the familiar shore, And hear the waves of the distracted sea Piteously calling and lamenting thee, And waiting restless at thy cottage door. The rocks, the sea-weed on the ocean floor, The willows in the meadow, and the free Wild winds of the Atlantic welcome me; Then why sh... »

Vox Populi. Birds Of Passage. Flight The Third By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Vox Populi. Birds Of Passage. Flight The Third By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Vox Populi. Birds Of Passage. Flight The Third When Mazarvan the Magician Journeyed westward through Cathay, Nothing heard he but the praises Of Badoura on his way. But the lessening rumor ended When he came to Khaledan, There the folk were talking only Of Prince Camaralzaman, So it happens with the... »

Travels By The Fireside. Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Travels By The Fireside. Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Travels By The Fireside. Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth The ceaseless rain is falling fast, And yonder gilded vane, Immovable for three days past, Points to the misty main, It drives me in upon myself And to the fireside gleams, To pleasant books that crowd my shelf, And still more pleasant dre... »

The Terrestrial Paradise. From Dante. Purgatorio, Xxviii. By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

The Terrestrial Paradise. From Dante. Purgatorio, Xxviii. By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

The Terrestrial Paradise. From Dante. Purgatorio, Xxviii. Longing already to search in and round The heavenly forest, dense and living-green, Which tempered to the eyes the newborn day, Withouten more delay I left the bank, Crossing the level country slowly, slowly, Over the soil, that everywhere br... »

The Siege Of Kazan. Tartar Song, From The Prose Version Of Chodzko By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

The Siege Of Kazan. Tartar Song, From The Prose Version Of Chodzko By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

The Siege Of Kazan. Tartar Song, From The Prose Version Of Chodzko Black are the moors before Kazan, And their stagnant waters smell of blood: I said in my heart, with horse and man, I will swim across this shallow flood. Under the feet of Argamack, Like new moons were the shoes he bare, Silken trap... »

The Hunting Of Pau-Puk Keewis, By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

The Hunting Of Pau-Puk Keewis, By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

The Hunting Of Pau-Puk Keewis, Full of wrath was Hiawatha When he came into the village, Found the people in confusion, Heard of all the misdemeanors, All the malice and the mischief, Of the cunning Pau-Puk-Keewis. Hard his breath came through his nostrils, Through his teeth he buzzed and muttered W... »

The Dwarves By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

The Dwarves By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

The Dwarves Loke sat and thought, till his dark eyes gleam With joy at the deed he’d done; When Sif looked into the crystal stream, Her courage was wellnigh gone. For never again her soft amber hair Shall she braid with her hands of snow; From the hateful image she turned in despair, And hot t... »

The Arrow And The Song By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

The Arrow And The Song By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

The Arrow And The Song 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 flight. I breathed a song into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For who has sight so keen and strong, That it can follow the flight of so... »

Tales Of A Wayside Inn ; Part 2. The Musician’s Tale; The Ballad Of Carmilhan – Ii. By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Tales Of A Wayside Inn ; Part 2. The Musician’s Tale; The Ballad Of Carmilhan – Ii. By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Tales Of A Wayside Inn ; Part 2. The Musician’s Tale; The Ballad Of Carmilhan – Ii. The jolly skipper paused awhile, And then again began; ‘There is a Spectre Ship,’ quoth he, ‘A ship of the Dead that sails the sea, And is called the Carmilhan. ‘A ghostly ship, wi... »

Tales Of A Wayside Inn ; Part 1. The Musician’s Tale; The Saga Of King Olaf Iii. — Thora Of Rimol By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Tales Of A Wayside Inn ; Part 1. The Musician’s Tale; The Saga Of King Olaf Iii. — Thora Of Rimol By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Tales Of A Wayside Inn ; Part 1. The Musician’s Tale; The Saga Of King Olaf Iii. — Thora Of Rimol ‘Thora of Rimol! hide me! hide me! Danger and shame and death betide me! For Olaf the King is hunting me down Through field and forest, through thorp and town!’ Thus cried Jarl H... »

Serenade From “the Spanish Student” By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Serenade From “the Spanish Student” By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Serenade From “the Spanish Student” STARS of the summer night! Far in yon azure deeps, Hide, hide your golden light! She sleeps! My lady sleeps! Sleeps! Moon of the summer night! Far down yon western steeps, Sink, sink in silver light! She sleeps! My lady sleeps! Sleeps! Wind of the summer night! Wh... »

Light Of Stars, The By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Light Of Stars, The By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Light Of Stars, The 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 heaven But the cold light of stars; And the first watch of night is given To the red planet Mars. Is it the tender star of love? The s... »

In The Harbour;  Chimes By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

In The Harbour; Chimes By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

In The Harbour; Chimes Sweet chimes! that in the loneliness of night Salute the passing hour, and in the dark And silent chambers of the household mark The movements of the myriad orbs of light! Through my closed eyelids, by the inner sight, I see the constellations in the arc Of their great circles... »

Frithiof’s Temptation. From The Swedish By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Frithiof’s Temptation. From The Swedish By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Frithiof’s Temptation. From The Swedish Spring is coming, birds are twittering, forests leaf, and smiles the sun, And the loosened torrents downward, singing, to the ocean run; Glowing like the cheek of Freya, peeping rosebuds ‘gin to ope, And in human hearts awaken love of life, and joy... »

Evangeline; Part The First. Iii. By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Evangeline; Part The First. Iii. By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Evangeline; Part The First. Iii. BENT like a laboring oar, that toils in the surf of the ocean, Bent, but not broken, by age was the form of the notary public; Shocks of yellow hair, like the silken floss of the maize, hung Over his shoulders; his forehead was high; and glasses with horn bows Sat as... »

Chaucer By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Chaucer By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Chaucer An old man in a lodge within a park; The chamber walls depicted all around With portraitures of huntsman, hawk, and hound, And the hurt deer. He listeneth to the lark, Whose song comes with the sunshine through the dark Of painted glass in leaden lattice bound; He listeneth and he laugheth a... »

Beware! From The German By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Beware! From The German By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Beware! From The German I know a maiden fair to see, Take care! She can both false and friendly be, Beware! Beware! Trust her not, She is fooling thee! She has two eyes, so soft and brown, Take care! She gives a side-glance and looks down, Beware! Beware! Trust her not, She is fooling thee! And she ... »

A Nameless Grave By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

A Nameless Grave By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

A Nameless Grave ‘A soldier of the Union mustered out,’ Is the inscription on an unknown grave At Newport News, beside the salt-sea wave, Nameless and dateless; sentinel or scout Shot down in skirmish, or disastrous rout Of battle, when the loud artillery drave Its iron wedges through th... »

Voices Of The Night ; L’Envoi By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Voices Of The Night ; L’Envoi By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Voices Of The Night ; L’Envoi Ye voices, that arose After the Evening’s close, And whispered to my restless heart repose! Go, breathe it in the ear Of all who doubt and fear, And say to them, ‘Be of good cheer!’ Ye sounds, so low and calm, That in the groves of balm Seemed to... »

To My Brooklet. From The French Of Ducis By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

To My Brooklet. From The French Of Ducis By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

To My Brooklet. From The French Of Ducis Thou brooklet, all unknown to song, Hid in the covert of the wood! Ah, yes, like thee I fear the throng, Like thee I love the solitude. O brooklet, let my sorrows past Lie all forgotten in their graves, Till in my thoughts remain at last Only thy peace, thy f... »

The Song Of Hiawatha Xv; Hiawatha’s Lamentation By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

The Song Of Hiawatha Xv; Hiawatha’s Lamentation By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

The Song Of Hiawatha Xv; Hiawatha’s Lamentation In those days the Evil Spirits, All the Manitos of mischief, Fearing Hiawatha’s wisdom, And his love for Chibiabos, Jealous of their faithful friendship, And their noble words and actions, Made at length a league against them, To molest the... »

The Rainy Day By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

The Rainy Day By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

The Rainy Day Written at the old home in Portland 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 every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary. My life is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains,and the... »

The Grave. From The Anglo-Saxon By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

The Grave. From The Anglo-Saxon By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

The Grave. From The Anglo-Saxon For thee was a house built Ere thou wast born, For thee was a mould meant Ere thou of mother camest. But it is not made ready, Nor its depth measured, Nor is it seen How long it shall be. Now I bring thee Where thou shalt be; Now I shall measure thee, And the mould af... »

The Child Asleep. From The French By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

The Child Asleep. From The French By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

The Child Asleep. From The French Sweet babe! true portrait of thy father’s face, Sleep on the bosom that thy lips have pressed! Sleep, little one; and closely, gently place Thy drowsy eyelid on thy mother’s breast. Upon that tender eye, my little friend, Soft sleep shall come, that come... »

Tales Of A Wayside Inn ; Part 3. The Spanish Jew’s Second Tale; Scanderbeg By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Tales Of A Wayside Inn ; Part 3. The Spanish Jew’s Second Tale; Scanderbeg By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Tales Of A Wayside Inn ; Part 3. The Spanish Jew’s Second Tale; Scanderbeg The battle is fought and won By King Ladislaus, the Hun, In fire of hell and death’s frost, On the day of Pentecost. And in rout before his path From the field of battle red Flee all that are not dead Of the army ... »

Tales Of A Wayside Inn ; Part 1. The Student’s Tale; The Falcon Of Ser Federigo By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Tales Of A Wayside Inn ; Part 1. The Student’s Tale; The Falcon Of Ser Federigo By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Tales Of A Wayside Inn ; Part 1. The Student’s Tale; The Falcon Of Ser Federigo One summer morning, when the sun was hot, Weary with labor in his garden-plot, On a rude bench beneath his cottage eaves, Ser Federigo sat among the leaves Of a huge vine, that, with its arms outspread, Hung its de... »

Tales Of A Wayside Inn ; Part 1. Interlude Iii. By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Tales Of A Wayside Inn ; Part 1. Interlude Iii. By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Tales Of A Wayside Inn ; Part 1. Interlude Iii. He ended: and a kind of spell Upon the silent listeners fell. His solemn manner and his words Had touched the deep, mysterious chords That vibrate in each human breast Alike, but not alike confessed. The spiritual world seemed near; And close above the... »

Poetic Aphorisms. From The Sinngedichte Of Friedrich Von Logau By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Poetic Aphorisms. From The Sinngedichte Of Friedrich Von Logau By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Poetic Aphorisms. From The Sinngedichte Of Friedrich Von Logau MONEY Whereunto is money good? Who has it not wants hardihood, Who has it has much trouble and care, Who once has had it has despair. THE BEST MEDICINES Joy and Temperance and Repose Slam the door on the doctor’s nose. SIN Man-like... »

It Is Not Always May By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

It Is Not Always May By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

It Is Not Always May No hay pajaros en los nidos de antano. Spanish Proverb The sun is bright,–the air is clear, The darting swallows soar and sing. And from the stately elms I hear The bluebird prophesying Spring. So blue you winding river flows, It seems an outlet from the sky, Where waiting... »

Hymn Of The Moravian Nuns Of Bethlehem At The Consecration Of Pulaski’s Banner By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Hymn Of The Moravian Nuns Of Bethlehem At The Consecration Of Pulaski’s Banner By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Hymn Of The Moravian Nuns Of Bethlehem At The Consecration Of Pulaski’s Banner When the dying flame of day Through the chancel shot its ray, Far the glimmering tapers shed Faint light on the cowled head; And the censer burning swung, Where, before the altar, hung The crimson banner, that with ... »

Flower-De-Luce;The Bells Of Lynn. Heard At Nahant By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Flower-De-Luce;The Bells Of Lynn. Heard At Nahant By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Flower-De-Luce;The Bells Of Lynn. Heard At Nahant 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-cathedral wafted, Your sounds aerial seem to float, O Bells of Lynn! Borne on the evening wind across the crimson twilight,... »

Earlier Poems ; Hymn Of The Moravian Nuns Of Bethlehem By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Earlier Poems ; Hymn Of The Moravian Nuns Of Bethlehem By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Earlier Poems ; Hymn Of The Moravian Nuns Of Bethlehem At The Consecration Of Pulaski’s Banner. When the dying flame of day Through the chancel shot its ray, Far the glimmering tapers shed Faint light on the cowléd head; And the censer burning swung, Where, before the altar, hung The crimson b... »

Cantos From Dante’s Paradiso By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Cantos From Dante’s Paradiso By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Cantos From Dante’s Paradiso Canto XXIII. Even as a bird, ‘mid the beloved leaves, Quiet upon the nest of her sweet brood Throughout the night, that hideth all things from us, Who, that she may behold their longed-for looks And find the nourishment wherewith to feed them, In which, to he... »

Autumn Within By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Autumn Within By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Autumn Within It is autumn; not without But within me is the cold. Youth and spring are all about; It is I that have grown old. Birds are darting through the air, Singing, building without rest; Life is stirring everywhere, Save within my lonely breast. There is silence: the dead leaves Fall and rus... »

A Ballad Of The French Fleet. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth) By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

A Ballad Of The French Fleet. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth) By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

A Ballad Of The French Fleet. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth) A fleet with flags arrayed Sailed from the port of Brest, And the Admiral’s ship displayed The signal: ‘Steer southwest.’ For this Admiral D’Anville Had sworn by cross and crown To ravage with fire and steel O... »

Ultima Thule; Robert Burns By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Ultima Thule; Robert Burns By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Ultima Thule; Robert Burns 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 laverock’s song we hear, or his, Nor care to ask. For him the ploughing of those fields A more ethereal harvest yields Than sheaves of grain; Songs f... »

The Wave. From The German Of Tiedge By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

The Wave. From The German Of Tiedge By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

The Wave. From The German Of Tiedge ‘Whither, thou turbid wave? Whither, with so much haste, As if a thief wert thou?’ ‘I am the Wave of Life, Stained with my margin’s dust; From the struggle and the strife Of the narrow stream I fly To the Sea’s immensity, To wash from... »

The Song Of Hiawatha Vi; Hiawatha’s Friends By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

The Song Of Hiawatha Vi; Hiawatha’s Friends By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

The Song Of Hiawatha Vi; Hiawatha’s Friends 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 Of his heart, in joy and sorrow; Chibiabos, the musician, And the very strong man, Kwasind. Straight between them ran th... »

The Native Land. From The Spanish Of Francisco De Aldana By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

The Native Land. From The Spanish Of Francisco De Aldana By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

The Native Land. From The Spanish Of Francisco De Aldana Clear fount of light! my native land on high, Bright with a glory that shall never fade! Mansion of truth! without a veil or shade, Thy holy quiet meets the spirit’s eye. There dwells the soul in its ethereal essence, Gasping no longer f... »

The Goblet Of Life By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

The Goblet Of Life By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

The Goblet Of Life 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 voice and slow. No purple flowers,–no garlands green, Conceal the goblet’s shade or sheen, Nor maddening draughts... »

The Building Of The Ship By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

The Building Of The Ship By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

The Building Of The Ship “Build me straight, O worthy Master! Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster, And with wave and whirlwind wrestle!” The merchant’s word Delighted the Master heard; For his heart was in his work, and the heart Giveth grace unto e... »

Tales Of A Wayside Inn ; Part 3. Interlude I. By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Tales Of A Wayside Inn ; Part 3. Interlude I. By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Tales Of A Wayside Inn ; Part 3. Interlude I. ‘O Edrehi, forbear to-night Your ghostly legends of affright, And let the Talmud rest in peace; Spare us your dismal tales of death That almost take away one’s breath; So doing, may your tribe increase.’ Thus the Sicilian said; then wen... »

Tales Of A Wayside Inn ; Part 1. The Musician’s Tale; The Saga Of King Olaf Xiii. — The Building Of The Long Serpent By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Tales Of A Wayside Inn ; Part 1. The Musician’s Tale; The Saga Of King Olaf Xiii. — The Building Of The Long Serpent By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Tales Of A Wayside Inn ; Part 1. The Musician’s Tale; The Saga Of King Olaf Xiii. — The Building Of The Long Serpent Thorberg Skafting, master-builder, In his ship-yard by the sea, Whistling, said, ‘It would bewilder Any man but Thorberg Skafting, Any man but me!’ Near him la... »

Song. From The Portuguese By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Song. From The Portuguese By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Song. From The Portuguese If thou art sleeping, maiden, Awake, and open thy door: ‘Tis the break of day, and we must away, O’er meadow, and mount, and moor. Wait not to find thy slippers, But come with thy naked feet: We shall have to pass through the dewy grass, And waters wide and flee... »

Old Age. Sonnet Iv. By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Old Age. Sonnet Iv. By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Old Age. Sonnet Iv. The course of my long life hath reached at last, In fragile bark o’er a tempestuous sea, The common harbor, where must rendered be Account of all the actions of the past. The impassioned phantasy, that, vague and vast, Made art an idol and a king to me, Was an illusion, and... »

Morituri Salutamus; Poem For The Fiftieth Anniversary By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Morituri Salutamus; Poem For The Fiftieth Anniversary By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Morituri Salutamus; Poem For The Fiftieth Anniversary Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis, Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies. Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi. ‘O Cæsar, we who are about to die Salute you! ‘ was the gladiators’ cry In the arena, standing face to face With death ... »

In The Harbour;  Prelude By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

In The Harbour; Prelude By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

In The Harbour; Prelude As treasures that men seek, Deep buried in sea-sands, Vanish if they but speak, And elude their eager hands, So ye escape and slip, O songs, and fade away, When the word is on my lip To interpret what ye say. Were it not better, then, To let the treasures rest Hid from the ey... »

Hiawatha’s Fasting By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Hiawatha’s Fasting By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Hiawatha’s Fasting You shall hear how Hiawatha Prayed and fasted in the forest, Not for greater skill in hunting, Not for greater craft in fishing, Not for triumphs in the battle, And renown among the warriors, But for profit of the people, For advantage of the nations. First he built a lodge ... »

Famine, The By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Famine, The By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Famine, The Oh the long and dreary Winter! Oh the cold and cruel Winter! Ever thicker, thicker, thicker Froze the ice on lake and river, Ever deeper, deeper, deeper Fell the snow o’er all the landscape, Fell the covering snow, and drifted Through the forest, round the village. Hardly from his ... »

Day Is Done, The By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Day Is Done, The By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Day Is Done, The The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o’er me That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sa... »

By The Fireside ; The Builders By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

By The Fireside ; The Builders By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

By The Fireside ; The Builders All are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time; Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme. Nothing useless is, or low; Each thing in its place is best; And what seems but idle show Strengthens and supports the rest. For the structure t... »

Aftermath By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Aftermath By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Aftermath When the summer fields are mown, When the birds are fledged and flown, And the dry leaves strew the path; With the falling of the snow, With the cawing of the crow, Once again the fields we mow And gather in the aftermath. Not the sweet, new grass with flowers Is this harvesting of ours; N... »

Voices Of The Night ; The Beleaguered City By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Voices Of The Night ; The Beleaguered City By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

Voices Of The Night ; The Beleaguered City I have read, in some old, marvellous tale, Some legend strange and vague, That a midnight host of spectres pale Beleaguered the walls of Prague. Beside the Moldau’s rushing stream, With the wan moon overhead, There stood, as in an awful dream, The arm... »

To William E. Channing By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

To William E. Channing By Henry Wadsworth Longfello

To William E. Channing The pages of thy book I read, And as I closed each one, My heart, responding, ever said, “Servant of God! well done!” Well done! Thy words are great and bold; At times they seem to me, Like Luther’s, in the days of old, Half-battles for the free. Go on, until... »