Who is Henry Wadsworth LongfellowHenry Wadsworth Longfellow (February 27, 1807 – March 24, 1882) was an American poet and educator. His original works include "Paul Revere's Ride", The Song of Hiawatha, and Evangeline. He was the first American to completely translate Dante Alighieri's Divine Comedy and was one of the fireside poets from New England.
Longfellow was born in Portland, Maine, which was then still part of Massachusetts. He graduated from Bowdoin College and became a professor there and, later, at Harvard College after stu...
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems
- The Tides
I saw the long line of the vacant shore,
The sea-weed and the shells upon the sand,
And the brown rocks left bare on every hand,
As if the ebbing tide would flow no more. ...
O little feet! that such long years
Must wander on through hopes and fears,
Must ache and bleed beneath your load;
I, nearer to the wayside inn ...
- Walter Von Der Vogelweid
Vogelweid the Minnesinger,
When he left this world of ours,
Laid his body in the cloister,
Under Wurtzburg's minster towers. ...
- The Iron Pen
Made from a fetter of Bonnivard, the Prisoner of Chillon; the handle of wood from the Frigate Constitution, and bound with a circlet of gold, inset with three precious stones from Siberia, Ceylon, and Maine.
I thought this Pen would arise
From the casket where it lies-- ...
- The Musician's Tale - The Wayside Inn - Part Second
THE BALLAD OF CARMILHAN
Top 10 most used topics by Henry Wadsworth LongfellowLong 230 Great 219 White 196 Heart 177 Night 164 Light 159 Beneath 158 Sweet 155 Earth 152 Hear 150
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes
- The talent of success is nothing more than doing what you can do well, and doing well whatever you do without thought of fame. If it comes at all it will come because it is deserved, not because it is sought after.
- If I am not worth the wooing, I am surely not worth the winning.
- Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream For the soul is dead that slumbers, and things are not what they seem. Life is real Life is earnest And the grave is not its goal Dust thou art to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.
- Give what you have. To someone, it may be better than you dare to think.
- Trust no future, however pleasant Let the dead past bury its dead Act, - act in the living Present Heart within and God overhead.
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Neeleshmaharaj3: how wonderful is the human voice! it is indeed the organ of the soul. the intellect of man is enthroned visibly on his forehead and in his eye, and the heart of man is written on his countenance, but the soul, the soul reveals itself in the voice only~henry wadsworth longfellow
Gateswvn: “it takes less time to do a thing right, than it does to explain why you did it wrong.” – henry wadsworth longfellow
Primusing: every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad. henry wadsworth longfellow
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