Afternoon In February (by: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)) The day is ending, The night is descending; The marsh is frozen, The river dead. continue reading
April Day, An (by: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)) When the warm sun, that brings Seed-time and harvest, has returned again, 'T is sweet to visit the still wood, where springs The first flower of the plain. continue reading
Arrow And The Song, The (by: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)) I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight Could not follow it in its flight. continue reading
Arsenal At Springfield, The (by: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)) This is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms... continue reading
Cumberland, The (by: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)) At anchor in Hampton Roads we lay, On board of the Cumberland, sloop-of-war... continue reading
Day Is Gone, The (by: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)) A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain. continue reading
Endymion (by: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)) The rising moon has hid the stars; Her level rays, like golden bars, Lie on the landscape green, With shadows brown between. continue reading
Endymion (by: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)) The rising moon has hid the stars; Her level rays, like golden bars, Lie on the landscape green, With shadows brown between. continue reading
Endymion (by: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)) The rising moon has hid the stars; Her level rays, like golden bars, Lie on the landscape green, With shadows brown between. continue reading
Evening Star, The (by: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)) Lo! in the painted oriel of the West, Whose panes the sunken sun incarnadines, Like a fair lady at her casement, shines The evening star, the star of love and rest! continue reading
