Autumn, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Thou comest, Autumn, heralded by the rain,
With banners, by great gales incessant fanned,
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Poems by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The Beleaguered City, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I have read, in some old, marvellous tale,
Some legend strange and vague,
That a midnight h...
The Belfry of Bruges, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In the market-place of Bruges stands the belfry old and brown;
Thrice consumed and thrice rebui...
The Bell of Atri, by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
At Atri in Abruzzo, a small town
Of ancient Roman date, but scant renown,
One of those littl...
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 slumber...