Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
1807–1882
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (* 27. Februar 1807 in Portland, Massachusetts, heute Maine; † 24. März 1882 in Cambridge, Massachusetts) war ein amerikanischer Schriftsteller, Lyriker, Übersetzer und Dramatiker.
Best-known poems
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Paul Revere's Ride
Listen my children and you shall hear:
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five; … -
The Wreck of the Hesperus
It was the schooner Hesperus
That sailed the wintry sea;
And the skipper had taken his little daughter, … -
A Psalm of Life
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!—
For the soul is dead that slumbers, … -
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, … -
The Village Blacksmith
Under a spreading chestnut-tree
The village smithy stands;
The smith, a mighty man is he, … -
The Skeleton in Armor
“speak! speak! thou fearful guest!
Who, with thy hollow breast
Still in rude armor drest, …
All poems (65)
A 2
C 3
D 2
E 2
F 5
G 1
H 2
J 1
K 1
M 5
N 1
P 1
R 2
S 6
T 21
- The Arrow and the SongI shot an arrow into the air,
- The Arsenal at SpringfieldThis is the arsenal. From floor to ceiling,
- The Bells of LynnO curfew of the setting sun! O Bells of Lynn!
- The Children's HourBetween the dark and the daylight,
- The CumberlandAt anchor in Hampton Roads we lay,
- “The day is done”The Day is done, and the darkness
- The Death of MinnehahaFrom “The Song of Hiawatha”
- The Household SovereignFrom “The Hanging of the Crane”
- The Ladder of Saint AugustineSaint Augustine! well hast thou said,
- The Old Bridge at FlorenceTaddeo Gaddi built me. I am old,
- The Primeval ForestFrom “Evangeline,” Introduction
- The Rainy DayThe Day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
- The Reaper and the FlowersThere is a Reaper, whose name is Death,
- The RepublicFrom “The Building of the Ship”
- The Sifting of PeterA Folk-Song
- The Skeleton in Armor“speak! speak! thou fearful guest!
- The Tide Rises, the Tide FallsThe twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
- The Village BlacksmithUnder a spreading chestnut-tree
- The Warden of the Cinque PortsA mist was driving down the British Channel,
- The Wreck of the HesperusIt was the schooner Hesperus
- “There was a little girl”And she had a little curl
