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• Serenade from "The Spanish Student"

  Stars of the summer night!
  Far in yon azure deeps,
  Hide, hide your golden light! …

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

• The Arrow and the Song

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

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

• Curfew

  Solemnly, mournfully,
  Dealing its dole,
  The Curfew Bell …

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

• From "Evangeline"

  Evangeline in ACADIE
  SOMEWHAT apart from the village, and nearer the Basin of Minas,
  Benedict Bellefontaine, the wealthiest farmer of Grand-Pré, …

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

• From "The Building of the Ship"

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

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

• From "The Song of Hiawatha"

  All day long roved Hiawatha
  In that melancholy forest,
  Through the shadow of whose thickets, …

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

• The Warden of the Cinque Ports

  A mist was driving down the British Channel,
  The day was just begun,
  And through the window-panes, on floor and panel, …

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

• The Children's Hour

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

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

• The Cumberland

  At anchor in Hampton Roads we lay,
  On board of the Cumberland, sloop-of-war;
  And at times from the fortress across the bay …

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

• The Bells of Lynn

  O curfew of the setting sun! O Bells of Lynn!
  O requiem of the dying day! O Bells of Lynn!
  From the dark belfries of yon cloud-cathedral wafted, …

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

• Chaucer

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

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

• Milton

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

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

• Wapentake

  Poet! i come to touch thy lance with mine;
  Not as a knight, who on the listed field
  Of tourney touched his adversary’s shield …

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

• A Ballad of the French Fleet

  A fleet with flags arrayed
  Sailed from the port of Brest,
  And the Admiral’s ship displayed …

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

• Jugurtha

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

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

• The Tide Rises, the Tide Falls

  The tide rises, the tide falls,
  The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
  Along the sea-sands damp and brown …

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

• My Books

  Sadly as some old mediæval knight
  Gazed at the arms he could no longer wield,
  The sword two-handed and the shining shield …

  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

• From "The Sinless Child"

  Her ways were gentle while a babe,
  With calm and tranquil eye,
  That turned instinctively to seek …

  Elizabeth Oakes Smith

• The Drowned Mariner

  A mariner sat on the shrouds one night;
  The wind was piping free;
  Now bright, now dimmed was the moon-light pale, …

  Elizabeth Oakes Smith

• Proem

  i love the old melodious lays
  Which softly melt the ages through,
  The songs of Spenser’s golden days, …

  John Greenleaf Whittier

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