Poems by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Beside the ungathered rice he lay,
His sickle in his hand;
His breast was bare, his matted h...

Loud he sang the psalm of David!
He, a Negro and enslaved,
Sang of Israel's victory,
Sang o...

There is a quiet spirit in these woods,
That dwells where'er the gentle south-wind blows;
Whe...

I stood upon the hills, when heaven's wide arch
Was glorious with the sun's returning march,
...

Take them, O Death! And bear away
Whatever thou canst call thine own!
Thine image, stamped up...

I heard a voice, that cried,
"Balder the Beautiful
Is dead, is dead!"
And through the misty...

Dear child! How radiant on thy mother's knee,
With merry-making eyes and jocund smiles,
Thou ...

Welcome, my old friend,
Welcome to a foreign fireside,
While the sullen gales of autumn
Sha...

Yes, the Year is growing old,
And his eye is pale and bleared!
Death, with frosty hand and c...

In his chamber, weak and dying,
Was the Norman baron lying;
Loud, without, the tempest thu...

Maiden! With the meek, brown eyes,
In whose orbs a shadow lies
Like the dusk in evening skies...

Black shadows fall
From the lindens tall,
That lift aloft their massive wall
Against the sout...

I stood on the bridge at midnight,
As the clocks were striking the hour,
And the moon rose o'...

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

"Build me straight, O worthy Master!
Staunch and strong, a goodly vessel,
That shall laugh...