Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems on Summer (57 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 →

The Blind Girl Of Castel-Cuille. (From The Gascon of Jasmin) (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)

At the foot of the mountain heightWhere is perched Castel Cuille,When the apple, the plum, and the almond treeIn the plain below were growing white,This is the song one might perceiveOn a Wednesday morn of Saint Joseph’s Eve: “The roads … Continue reading →

The Song Of Hiawatha XII: The Son Of The Evening Star (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)

Can it be the sun descendingO’er the level plain of water?Or the Red Swan floating, flying,Wounded by the magic arrow,Staining all the waves with crimson,With the crimson of its life-blood,Filling all the air with splendor,With the splendor of its plumage? Yes; … 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 II: The Four Winds (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)

“Honor be to Mudjekeewis!”Cried the warriors, cried the old men,When he came in triumph homewardWith the sacred Belt of Wampum,From the regions of the North-Wind,From the kingdom of Wabasso,From the land of the White Rabbit. He had stolen the Belt of … Continue reading →

The Song Of Hiawatha IX: Hiawatha And The Pearl-Feathe (Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Poems)

On the shores of Gitche Gumee,Of the shining Big-Sea-Water,Stood Nokomis, the old woman,Pointing with her finger westward,O’er the water pointing westward,To the purple clouds of sunset. Fiercely the red sun descendingBurned his way along the heavens,Set the sky on fire behind … Continue reading →