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Henry W. Longfellow

Henry W. Longfellow

Inscription on the Shanklin Fountain

O Traveller, stay thy weary feet;
Drink of this fountain, pure and sweet;
It flows for rich and poor the same.
Then go thy way, remembering still
The wayside well beneath the hill,
The cup of water in his name.

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Autres oeuvres par Henry W. Longfellow...
The Light of Stars

The night is come, but not too soo… And sinking silently, All silently, the little moon Drops down behind the sky. There is no light in earth or heav…
In the Harbour: Loss and Gain

When I compare What I have lost with what I have… What I have missed with what atta… Little room do I find for pride. I am aware
Song

Where, from the eye of day, The dark and silent river Pursues through tangled woods a wa… O’er which the tall trees quiver; The silver mist, that breaks
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Tales of a Wayside Inn: Part 3. Interlude IV.

‘A pleasant and a winsome tale,’ The Student said, ‘though somewha… And quiet in its coloring, As if it caught its tone and air From the gray suits that Quakers…
In the Harbour: The Poet’s Calendar

JANUARY Janus am I; oldest of potentates; Forward I look, and backward, and… I count, as god of avenues and gat… The years that through my portals…
King Christian, a National Song of Denmark. (From the Danish of Johannes Evald)

King Christian stood by the lofty… In mist and smoke; His sword was hammering so fast, Through Gothic helm and brain it… Then sank each hostile hulk and ma…
Earlier Poems: Sunrise on the Hills

I stood upon the hills, when heave… Was glorious with the sun’s return… And woods were brightened, and sof… Went forth to kiss the sun—clad va… The clouds were far beneath me; ba…
Introduction to the Song of Hiawatha

Should you ask me, whence these stories? Whence these legends and tradition… With the odors of the forest With the dew and damp of meadows,
Tales of a Wayside Inn: Part 1. the Musician’s Tale; the Saga of King Olaf IV.

Queen Sigrid the Haughty sat prou… In her chamber, that looked over m… Heart’s dearest, Why dost thou sorrow so? The floor with tassels of fir was…
By the Fireside : The Open Window

The old house by the lindens Stood silent in the shade, And on the gravelled pathway The light and shadow played. I saw the nursery windows
Poetic Aphorisms. (From the Sinngedichte of Friedrich Von Logau)

MONEY Whereunto is money good? Who has it not wants hardihood, Who has it has much trouble and ca… Who once has had it has despair.
King Trisanku

Viswamitra the Magician, By his spells and incantations, Up to Indra’s realms elysian Raised Trisanku, king of nations. Indra and the gods offended
The Broken Oar

Once upon Iceland’s solitary stra… A poet wandered with his book and… Seeking some final word, some swee… Wherewith to close the volume in h… The billows rolled and plunged upo…
Drinking Song

Come, old friend! sit down and lis… From the pitcher, placed between u… How the waters laugh and glisten In the head of old Silenus! Old Silenus, bloated, drunken,
The Cross of Snow

In the long, sleepless watches of… A gentle face —the face of one lon… Looks at me from the wall, where r… The night—lamp casts a halo of pal… Here in this room she died; and so…



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