Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems on Mind (70 Poems)

The Golden Legend: VI. The School Of Salerno (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)

A traveling Scholastic affixing his Theses to the gateof the College. _Scholastic._ There, that is my gauntlet, my banner, my shield,Hung up as a challenge to all the field!One hundred and twenty-five propositions,Which I will maintain with the sword of … Continue reading →

The Golden Legend: V. A Covered Bridge At Lucerne (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)

_Prince Henry_. God’s blessing on the architects who buildThe bridges o’er swift rivers and abyssesBefore impassable to human feet,No less than on the builders of cathedrals,Whose massive walls are bridges thrown acrossThe dark and terrible abyss of Death.Well has the … Continue reading →

The Golden Legend: Prologue & 1. (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)

THE SPIRE OF STRASBURG CATHEDRAL. Night and storm. LUCIFER, with the Powers of theAir, trying to tear down the Cross. _Lucifer._ HASTEN! hasten!O ye spirits!From its station drag the ponderousCross of iron, that to mock usIs uplifted high in air! … Continue reading →

By The Seaside : The Building Of The Ship (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)

”Build me straight, O worthy Master! Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel, That shall laugh at all disaster, And with wave and whirlwind wrestle!” The merchant’s word Delighted the Master heard; For his heart was in his work, and the heart Giveth grace unto every Art. A quiet … Continue reading →

Coplas De Manrique (From The Spanish) (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)

O let the soul her slumbers break,Let thought be quickened, and awake;Awake to seeHow soon this life is past and gone,And death comes softly stealing on,How silently! Swiftly our pleasures glide away,Our hearts recall the distant dayWith many sighs;The moments … Continue reading →

The Song Of Hiawatha XVII: The Hunting Of Pau-Puk Keewis (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)

Full of wrath was HiawathaWhen he came into the village,Found the people in confusion,Heard of all the misdemeanors,All the malice and the mischief,Of the cunning Pau-Puk-Keewis. Hard his breath came through his nostrils,Through his teeth he buzzed and mutteredWords of anger … Continue reading →

Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part 1. The Student’s Tale; The Falcon of Ser Federigo (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)

One summer morning, when the sun was hot,Weary with labor in his garden-plot,On a rude bench beneath his cottage eaves,Ser Federigo sat among the leavesOf a huge vine, that, with its arms outspread,Hung its delicious clusters overhead.Below him, through the … Continue reading →

Evangeline: Part The Second. III. (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)

NEAR to the bank of the river, o’ershadowed by oaks, from whose branchesGarlands of Spanish moss and of mystic mistletoe flaunted,Such as the Druids cut down with golden hatchets at Yule-tide,Stood, secluded and still, the house of the herdsman. A … Continue reading →

Evangeline: Part The Second. IV. (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)

FAR in the West there lies a desert land, where the mountainsLift, through perpetual snows, their lofty and luminous summits.Down from their jagged, deep ravines, where the gorge, like a gateway,Opens a passage rude to the wheels of the emigrant’s … Continue reading →

The Song Of Hiawatha IV: Hiawatha And Mudjekeewis (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)

Out of childhood into manhoodNow had grown my Hiawatha,Skilled in all the craft of hunters,Learned in all the lore of old men,In all youthful sports and pastimes,In all manly arts and labors. Swift of foot was Hiawatha;He could shoot an arrow … Continue reading →