The Wreck of the Hesperus, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
It was the schooner Hesperus,
That sailed the wintry sea;
And the skipper had taken his litt...
Poems by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
To the Driving Cloud, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Gloomy and dark art thou, O chief of the mighty Omahas;
Gloomy and dark as the driving cloud, ...
To the River Charles, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
River! That in silence windest
Through the meadows, bright and free,
Till at length thy rest ...
To William E. Channing, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The pages of thy book I read,
And as I closed each one,
My heart, responding, ever said,
...
Twilight, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The twilight is sad and cloudy,
The wind blows wild and free,
And like the wings of sea-birds...
The Village Blacksmith, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Under a spreading chestnut-tree
The village smithy stands;
The smith, a mighty man is he,
W...
The Warning, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Beware! The Israelite of old, who tore
The lion in his path, --when, poor and blind,
He saw ...
The Witnesses, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In Ocean's wide domains,
Half buried in the sands,
Lie skeletons in chains,
With shackled f...
Woods in Winter, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
When winter winds are piercing chill,
And through the hawthorn blows the gale,
With solemn fe...
Walter Von Der Vogelweid, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Vogelweid the Minnesinger,
When he left this world of ours,
Laid his body in the cloister,
...
A Psalm of Life, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumb...
The Quadroon Girl, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Slaver in the broad lagoon
Lay moored with idle sail;
He waited for the rising moon,
And...
Rain in Summer, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
How beautiful is the rain!
After the dust and heat,
In the broad and fiery street,
In the na...
The Rainy Day, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The day is cold, and dark, and dreary
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still...
The Skeleton in Armor, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"Speak! Speak I thou fearful guest
Who, with thy hollow breast
Still in rude armor drest,
Co...