Tegner's Drapa, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I heard a voice, that cried,
"Balder the Beautiful
Is dead, is dead!"
And through the misty...
Poems by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Sand of the Desert in an Hour-Glass, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
A handful of red sand, from the hot clime
Of Arab deserts brought,
Within this glass becomes ...
Resignation, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
There is no flock, however watched and tended,
But one dead lamb is there!
There is no firesi...
The Reaper and the Flowers, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
There is a Reaper, whose name is Death,
And, with his sickle keen,
He reaps the bearded gra...
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...
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 Quadroon Girl, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Slaver in the broad lagoon
Lay moored with idle sail;
He waited for the rising moon,
And...
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...
Philadelphia, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In that delightful land which is washed by the Delaware's waters,
Guarding in sylvan shades the...
Pegasus in Pound, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Once into a quiet village,
Without haste and without heed,
In the golden prime of morning,
...
Paul Revere's Ride, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Listen, my children, and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
On the eighte...
The Open Window, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The old house by the lindens
Stood silent in the shade,
And on the gravelled pathway
The ligh...
The Old Clock on the Stairs, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
L'eternite est une pendule, dont le balancier dit et redit sans
cesse ces deux mots seulement d...
The Occultation of Orion, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I saw, as in a dream sublime,
The balance in the hand of Time.
O'er East and West its beam im...
Nuremberg, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In the valley of the Pegnitz, where across broad meadow-lands
Rise the blue Franconian mountain...