Henry Wadsworth Longfellow image
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Born in February 27, 1807 / Died in March 24, 1882 / United States / English

Poems by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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Excelsior

... Excelsior!"Beware the pine-tree's withered branch! ...

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Sunrise on the Hills

... Through the gray mist thrust up its shattered lance, ...

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The Spirit of Poetry

... Slips down through moss-grown stones with endless laughter ...

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The Light of Stars

... And the first watch of night is given ...

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To A Child

... What! tired already! with those suppliant looks, ...

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Flowers

... Others, their blue eyes with tears o'er-flowing, ...

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Endymion

... Ye shall be loved again!No one is so accursed by fate, ...

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The Reaper and the Flowers

... Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me, ...

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Hymn to the Night

... From the celestial walls!I felt her presence, by its spell of might, ...

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The Slave Singing At Midnight

... That I could not choose but hear,Songs of triumph, and ascriptions, ...

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Maidenhood

... On thy lips the smile of truth1O, that dew, like balm, shall steal ...

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A Gleam Of Sunshine

... Rise up to kiss thy feet,"Sleep, sleep to-day, tormenting cares, ...

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Drinking Song

... INSCRIPTION FOR AN ANTIQUE PITCHERCome, old friend! sit down and listen! ...

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The Evening Star

... With slumber and soft dreams of love oppressed ...

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Afternoon In February

... The river dead.Through clouds like ashes ...