Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems on Cry (68 Poems)

The Jewish Cemetery at Newport (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)

How strange it seems! These Hebrews in their graves, Close by the street of this fair seaport town, Silent beside the never-silent waves, At rest in all this moving up and down! The trees are white with dust, that o’er … Continue reading →

Birds Of Passage (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)

Black shadows fall From the lindens tall, That lift aloft their massive wall Against the southern sky; And from the realms Of the shadowy elms A tide-like darkness overwhelm The fields that round us lie. But the night is fair, … Continue reading →

The Revenge of Rain-in-the-Face (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)

In that desolate land and lone, Where the Big Horn and Yellowstone Roar down their mountain path, By their fires the Sioux Chiefs Muttered their woes and griefs And the menace of their wrath. “Revenge!” cried Rain-in-the-Face, “Revenue upon all … Continue reading →

THE ARSENAL AT SPRINGFIELD (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)

This is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms; But front their silent pipes no anthem pealing Startles the villages with strange alarms. Ah! what a sound will rise, how wild and dreary, … Continue reading →

The Landlord’s Tale; Paul Revere’s Ride (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)

Listen my children and you shall hear Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere, On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five; Hardly a man is now alive Who remembers that famous day and year. He said to his friend, “If … Continue reading →

TO THE DRIVING CLOUD (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)

Gloomy and dark art thou, O chief of the mighty Omahas; Gloomy and dark as the driving cloud, whose name thou hast taken! Wrapt in thy scarlet blanket, I see thee stalk through the city’s Narrow and populous streets, as … Continue reading →

THE WITNESSES (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)

In Ocean’s wide domains, Half buried in the sands, Lie skeletons in chains, With shackled feet and hands. Beyond the fall of dews, Deeper than plummet lies, Float ships, with all their crews, No more to sink nor rise. There … Continue reading →

Blind Bartimeus (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poem)

Blind Bartimeus at the gates Of Jericho in darkness waits; He hears the crowd;–he hears a breath Say, “It is Christ of Nazareth!” And calls, in tones of agony, The thronging multitudes increase; Blind Bartimeus, hold thy peace! But still, … Continue reading →