Moonlight (by: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)) As a pale phantom with a lamp Ascends some ruined haunted stair, So glides the moon along the damp Mysterious chambers of the air. continue reading
My Lost Youth (by: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)) There are things of which I may not speak; There are dreams that cannot die; There are thoughts that make the strong heart weak, And bring a pallor into the cheek, And a mist before the eye... continue reading
Nature (by: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)) 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, And leave his broken playthings on the floor... continue reading
Psalm Of Life, A (by: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)) Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! - For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. continue reading
Rainy Day, The (by: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)) My life is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary... continue reading
Reaper And The Flowers, The (by: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)) There is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between. continue reading
Seaweed (by: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)) When descends on the Atlantic The gigantic Storm-wind of the equinox, Landward in his wrath he scourges The toiling surges, Laden with seaweed from the rocks continue reading
Song Of The Silent Land (by: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)) Into the Silent Land! Ah! who shall lead us thither? Clouds in the evening sky more darkly gather, And shattered wrecks lie thicker on the strand. continue reading
Song of the Women, The (by: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882)) THE day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains,and the wind is never weary; continue reading
