Poésies de Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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  • A Gleam of Sunshine

    This is the place.Stand still, my steed,
    Let me review the scene,
    And summon from the shadowy Past

  • A Psalm of Life

    Tell me not in mournful numbers,
    Life is but an empty dream!
    For the soul is dead that slumbers,

  • Aftermath

    When the summer fields are mown,
    When the birds are fledged and flown,
    And the dry leaves strew the path;

  • Afternoon in February

    The day is ending,
    The night is descending;
    The marsh is frozen,
    The river dead.
    Through clouds like ashes
    The red sun flashes

  • An April Day

    When the warm sun, that brings
    Seed-time and harvest, has returned again,
    'T is sweet to visit the still wood, where springs

  • Arrow and the Song, The

    I shot an arrow into the air,
    It fell to earth, I knew not where;
    For, so swiftly it flew, the sight

  • Arsenal at Springfield, The

    This is the Arsenal.From floor to ceiling,
    Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms;

  • Autumn

    Thou comest, Autumn, heralded by the rain,
    With banners, by great gales incessant fanned,

  • Autumn Within

    It is autumn; not without
    But within me is the cold.
    Youth and spring are all about;
    It is I that have grown old.

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  • Beleaguered City, The

    I have read, in some old, marvellous tale,
    Some legend strange and vague,
    That a midnight host of spectres pale

  • Belfry of Bruges, The

    In the market-place of Bruges stands the belfry old and brown;
    Thrice consumed and thrice rebuilded, still it watches o'er the

  • Belisarius

    I am poor and old and blind;
    The sun burns me, and the wind
    Blows through the city gate
    And covers me with dust

  • Birds Of Passage

    Black shadows fall
    From the lindens tall,
    That lift aloft their massive wall
    Against the southern sky;
    And from the realms

  • Blessing The Cornfields

    Sing, O Song of Hiawatha,
    Of the happy days that followed,
    In the land of the Ojibways,
    In the pleasant land and peaceful!

  • Blind Bartimeus

    Blind Bartimeus at the gates
    Of Jericho in darkness waits;
    He hears the crowd;--he hears a breath

  • Bridge, The

    I stood on the bridge at midnight,
    As the clocks were striking the hour,
    And the moon rose o'er the city,

  • Burial of the Minnisink

    On sunny slope and beechen swell,
    The shadowed light of evening fell;
    And, where the maple's leaf was brown,

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  • Carillon

    In the ancient town of Bruges,
    In the quaint old Flemish city,
    As the evening shades descended,

  • Changed

    From the outskirts of the town,
    Where of old the mile-stone stood,
    Now a stranger, looking down
    I behold the shadowy crown

  • Chaucer

    An old man in a lodge within a park;
    The chamber walls depicted all around
    With portraitures of huntsman, hawk, and hound,

  • Children

    Come to me, O ye children!
    For I hear you at your play,
    And the questions that perplexed me
    Have vanished quite away.

  • Children's Hour, The

    Between the dark and the daylight,
    When the night is beginning to lower,
    Comes a pause in the day's occupations,

  • Christmas Bells

    "I heard the bells on Christmas Day
    Their old familiar carols play,
    And wild and sweet
    The words repeat

  • Courtship of Miles Standish, The

    I
    MILES STANDISH
    In the Old Colony days, in Plymouth the land of the Pilgrims

  • Curfew

    I.
    Solemnly, mournfully,
    Dealing its dole,
    The Curfew Bell
    Is beginning to toll.
    Cover the embers,
    And put out the light;

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  • Dante

    Tuscan, that wanderest through the realms of gloom,
    With thoughtful pace, and sad, majestic eyes,

  • Daylight and Moonlight

    In broad daylight, and at noon,
    Yesterday I saw the moon
    Sailing high, but faint and white,
    As a schoolboy's paper kite.

  • Death Of Kwasind, The

    Far and wide among the nations
    Spread the name and fame of Kwasind;
    No man dared to strive with Kwasind,

  • Divina Commedia

    I.Written March 29, 1864.1.
    Oft have I seen at some cathedral door
    .
    A laborer, pausing in the dust and heat,
    .

  • Drinking Song

    INSCRIPTION FOR AN ANTIQUE PITCHER,
    Come, old friend! sit down and listen!
    From the pitcher, placed between us,

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  • Endymion

    The rising moon has hid the stars;
    Her level rays, like golden bars,
    Lie on the landscape green,
    With shadows brown between.

  • Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie

    This is the forest primeval.The murmuring pines and the hemlocks,

  • Evening Star, The

    Lo! in the painted oriel of the West,
    Whose panes the sunken sun incarnadines,
    Like a fair lady at her casement, shines

  • Excelsior

    The shades of night were falling fast,
    As through an Alpine village passed
    A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice,

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  • Famine, The

    Oh the long and dreary Winter!
    Oh the cold and cruel Winter!
    Ever thicker, thicker, thicker
    Froze the ice on lake and river,

  • Fata Morgana

    O sweet illusions of song
    That tempt me everywhere,
    In the lonely fields, and the throng
    Of the crowded thoroughfare!

  • Flowers

    Spake full well, in language quaint and olden,
    One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine,

  • Footsteps of Angels

    When the hours of Day are numbered,
    And the voices of the Night
    Wake the better soul, that slumbered,
    To a holy, calm delight;

  • Four Winds, The

    "Honor be to Mudjekeewis!"
    Cried the warriors, cried the old men,
    When he came in triumph homeward

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  • Ghosts, The

    Never stoops the soaring vulture
    On his quarry in the desert,
    On the sick or wounded bison,
    But another vulture, watching

  • Goblet of Life, The

    Filled is Life's goblet to the brim;
    And though my eyes with tears are dim,
    I see its sparkling bubbles swim,

  • God's-Acre

    I like that ancient Saxon phrase, which calls
    The burial-ground God's-Acre! It is just;

  • Good Part, That Shall Not Be Taken Away, The

    She dwells by Great Kenhawa's side,
    In valleys green and cool;
    And all her hope and all her pride
    Are in the village school.

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  • Jugurtha

    How cold are thy baths, Apollo!
    Cried the African monarch, the splendid,
    As down to his death in the hollow

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  • Keats

    The young Endymion sleeps Endymion's sleep;
    The shepherd-boy whose tale was left half told!

  • King Trisanku

    Viswamitra the Magician,
    By his spells and incantations,
    Up to Indra's realms elysian
    Raised Trisanku, king of nations.

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  • L'Envoi

    Ye voices, that arose
    After the Evening's close,
    And whispered to my restless heart repose!
    Go, breathe it in the ear

  • Ladder of St. Augustine, The

    Saint Augustine! well hast thou said,
    That of our vices we can frame
    A ladder, if we will but tread

  • Light of Stars, The

    The night is come, but not too soon;
    And sinking silently,
    All silently, the little moon
    Drops down behind the sky.

  • Loss And Gain

    When I compare
    What I have lost with what I have gained,
    What I have missed with what attained,

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  • Maidenhood

    Maiden! with the meek, brown eyes,
    In whose orbs a shadow lies
    Like the dusk in evening skies!

  • Memories

    Oft I remember those I have known
    In other days, to whom my heart was lead
    As by a magnet, and who are not dead,

  • Mezzo Cammin

    Half of my life is gone, and I have let
    The years slip from me and have not fulfilled
    The aspiration of my youth, to build

  • Midnight Mass for the Dying Year

    Yes, the Year is growing old,
    And his eye is pale and bleared!
    Death, with frosty hand and cold,

  • Milton

    I pace the sounding sea-beach and behold
    How the voluminous billows roll and run,
    Upheaving and subsiding, while the sun

  • Moonlight

    As a pale phantom with a lamp
    Ascends some ruin's haunted stair,
    So glides the moon along the damp

  • Morituri Salutamus: Poem for the Fiftieth Anniversary of th

    Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis,
    Et fugiunt freno non remorante dies.
    Ovid, Fastorum, Lib. vi.

  • My Lost Youth

    Often I think of the beautiful town
    That is seated by the sea;
    Often in thought go up and down

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  • Nature

    As a fond mother, when the day is o'er,
    Leads by the hand her little child to bed,
    Half willing, half reluctant to be led,

  • Norman Baron, The

    et plus profonde, ou l'interet et l'avarice parlent moins haut
    que la raison, dans les instants de chagrin domestique, de

  • Nuremberg

    In the valley of the Pegnitz, where across broad meadow-lands
    Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient,

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  • O Ship of State

    Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State!
    Sail on, O Union, strong and great!
    Humanity with all its fears,

  • Occultation of Orion, The

    I saw, as in a dream sublime,
    The balance in the hand of Time.
    O'er East and West its beam impended;

  • Old Clock on the Stairs, The

    L'eternite est une pendule, dont le balancier dit et redit sans
    cesse ces deux mots seulement dans le silence des tombeaux:

  • Old St David's at Radnor

    What an image of peace and rest
    Is this little church among its graves!
    All is so quiet; the troubled breast,

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  • Pau-Puk-Keewis

    You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis,
    He, the handsome Yenadizze,
    Whom the people called the Storm-Fool,

  • Paul Revere's Ride (The Landlord's Tale)

    Listen, my children, and you shall hear
    Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
    On the eighteenth of April, in 'Seventy-five;

  • Peace-Pipe, The

    On the Mountains of the Prairie,
    On the great Red Pipe-stone Quarry,
    Gitche Manito, the mighty,

  • Picture-Writing

    In those days said Hiawatha,
    "Lo! how all things fade and perish!
    From the memory of the old men

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  • Quadroon Girl, The

    The Slaver in the broad lagoon
    Lay moored with idle sail;
    He waited for the rising moon,
    And for the evening gale.

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  • Rain in Summer

    How beautiful is the rain!
    After the dust and heat,
    In the broad and fiery street,
    In the narrow lane,

  • Rainy Day, The

    The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
    It rains, and the wind is never weary;
    The vine still clings to the moldering wall,

  • Reaper and the Flowers, The

    There is a Reaper, whose name is Death,
    And, with his sickle keen,
    He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,

  • Republic, The

    Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State!
    Sail on, O Union, strong and great!
    Humanity with all its fears,

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  • Seaweed

    When descends on the Atlantic
    The gigantic
    Storm-wind of the equinox,
    Landword in his wrath he scourges
    The toiling surges,

  • Shakespeare

    A vision as of crowded city streets,
    With human life in endless overflow;
    Thunder of thoroughfares; trumpets that blow

  • Sir Humphrey Gilbert

    Southward with fleet of ice
    Sailed the corsair Death;
    Wild and gast blew the blast,
    And the east-wind was his breath.

  • Skeleton in Armor, The

    "Speak! speak I thou fearful guest
    Who, with thy hollow breast
    Still in rude armor drest,
    Comest to daunt me!

  • Slave In the Dismal Swamp, The

    In dark fens of the Dismal Swamp
    The hunted Negro lay;
    He saw the fire of the midnight camp,
    And heard at times a horse's tramp

  • Slave Singing at Midnight, The

    Loud he sang the psalm of David!
    He, a Negro and enslaved,
    Sang of Israel's victory,
    Sang of Zion, bright and free.

  • Slave's Dream, The

    Beside the ungathered rice he lay,
    His sickle in his hand;
    His breast was bare, his matted hair
    Was buried in the sand.

  • Snowflakes

    Out of the bosom of the Air,
    Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
    Over the woodlands brown and bare

  • Something Left Undone

    Labor with what zeal we will,
    Something still remains undone,
    Something uncompleted still
    Waits the rising of the sun.

  • Son Of The Evening Star, The

    Can it be the sun descending
    O'er the level plain of water?
    Or the Red Swan floating, flying,
    Wounded by the magic arrow,

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  • Village Blacksmith, The

    Under a spreading chestnut tree
    The village smithy stands;
    The Smith, a mighty man is he,
    With large and sinewy hands;

  • Voices Of the Night

    PRELUDE.
    Pleasant it was, when woods were green,
    And winds were soft and low,
    To lie amid some sylvan scene,

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  • Walter Von Der Vogel Weid

    Vogelweid the Minnesinger,
    When he left this world of ours,
    Laid his body in the cloister,
    Under Wurtzburg's minster towers.

  • Wapentake

    To Alfred Tennyson
    Poet! I come to touch thy lance with mine;
    Not as a knight, who on the listed field

  • Warning, The

    Beware!The Israelite of old, who tore
    The lion in his path,--when, poor and blind,

  • White Man's Foot, The

    In his lodge beside a river,
    Close beside a frozen river,
    Sat an old man, sad and lonely.
    White his hair was as a snow-drift;

  • Witnesses, The

    In Ocean's wide domains,
    Half buried in the sands,
    Lie skeletons in chains,
    With shackled feet and hands.

  • Woods in Winter

    When winter winds are piercing chill,
    And through the hawthorn blows the gale,
    With solemn feet I tread the hill,

  • Wreck of the Hesperus, The

    It was the schooner Hesperus,
    That sailed the wintry sea;
    And the skipper had taken his little daughter,
    To bear him company.