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To An Old Danish Song-book To An Old Danish Song-book

To An Old Danish Song-book
Welcome, my old friend,Welcome to a foreign fireside,While the sullen gales of autumnShake the windows.The ungrateful worldHas, it seems, dealt harshly with thee,Since, beneath the skies of Denmark,First I met thee.There are marks of age,There are thumb-marks on thy margin,Made by hands that clasped thee rudely,At the alehouse.Soiled and dull thou art;Yellow are thy time-worn pages,As the russet, rain-molestedLeaves of autumn.Thou art stained with wineScattered from hilarious goblets,As the leaves with the libationsOf Olympus.Yet dost thou recallDays departed, half-forgotten,When in dreamy youth I wanderedBy the Baltic,--When I paused to hearThe old ballad of King ChristianShouted from suburban tavernsIn the twilight.Thou recallest... Poems - Post by : Yogini - Date : March 2010 - Author : Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Read : 2431

Drinking Song Drinking Song

Drinking Song
Come, old friend! sit down and listen! From the pitcher, placed between us,How the waters laugh and glisten In the head of old Silenus!Old Silenus, bloated, drunken, Led by his inebriate Satyrs;On his breast his head is sunken, Vacantly he leers and chatters.Fauns with youthful Bacchus follow; Ivy crowns that brow supernalAs the forehead of Apollo, And possessing youth eternal.Round about him, fair Bacchantes, Bearing cymbals, flutes, and thyrses,Wild from Naxian groves, or Zante's Vineyards, sing delirious verses.Thus he won, through all the nations, Bloodless victories, and the farmerBore, as trophies and... Poems - Post by : David - Date : March 2010 - Author : Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Read : 1666

The Old Clock On The Stairs The Old Clock On The Stairs

The Old Clock On The Stairs
L'eternite est une pendule, dont le balancier dit et redit sanscesse ces deux mots seulement dans le silence des tombeaux:"Toujours! jamais! Jamais! toujours!"--JACQUES BRIDAINE.Somewhat back from the village streetStands the old-fashioned country-seat.Across its antique porticoTall poplar-trees their shadows throw;And from its station in the hallAn ancient timepiece says to all,-- "Forever--never! Never--forever!"Half-way up the stairs it stands,And points and beckons with its handsFrom its case of massive oak,Like a monk, who, under his cloak,Crosses himself, and sighs, alas!With sorrowful voice to all who pass,-- "Forever--never!... Poems - Post by : Orian - Date : March 2010 - Author : Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Read : 1343

Mezzo Cammin Mezzo Cammin

Mezzo Cammin
Half of my life is gone, and I have let The years slip from me and have not fulfilled The aspiration of my youth, to build Some tower of song with lofty parapet.Not indolence, nor pleasure, nor the fret Of restless passions chat would not be stilled, But sorrow, and a care that almost killed, Kept me from what I may accomplish yet;Though, half way up the hill, I see the Past Lying beneath me with its sounds and sights,-- A city in the twilight dim and vast,With smoking roofs, soft bells, and... Poems - Post by : tommy - Date : March 2010 - Author : Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Read : 807

Autumn Autumn

Autumn
Thou comest, Autumn, heralded by the rain, With banners, by great gales incessant fanned, Brighter than brightest silks of Samarcand, And stately oxen harnessed to thy wain!Thou standest, like imperial Charlemagne, Upon thy bridge of gold; thy royal hand Outstretched with benedictions o'er the land, Blessing the farms through all thy vast domain!Thy shield is the red harvest moon, suspended So long beneath the heaven's o'er-hanging eaves; Thy steps are by the farmer's prayers attended;Like flames upon an altar shine the sheaves; And, following thee, in thy ovation splendid, Thine almoner,... Poems - Post by : Carmen_Maranon - Date : March 2010 - Author : Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Read : 2206

Dante Dante

Dante
Tuscan, that wanderest through the realms of gloom, With thoughtful pace, and sad, majestic eyes, Stern thoughts and awful from thy soul arise, Like Farinata from his fiery tomb.Thy sacred song is like the trump of doom; Yet in thy heart what human sympathies, What soft compassion glows, as in the skies The tender stars their clouded lamps relume!Methinks I see thee stand, with pallid cheeks, By Fra Hilario in his diocese, As up the convent-walls, in golden streaks,The ascending sunbeams mark the day's decrease; And, as he asks what there the... Poems - Post by : busymike - Date : March 2010 - Author : Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Read : 506

Curfew Curfew

Curfew
I.Solemnly, mournfully, Dealing its dole,The Curfew Bell Is beginning to toll.Cover the embers, And put out the light;Toil comes with the morning, And rest with the night.Dark grow the windows, And quenched is the fire;Sound fades into silence,-- All footsteps retire.No voice in the chambers, No sound in the hall!Sleep and oblivion Reign over all!II.The book is completed, And closed, like the day;And the hand that has written it Lays it away.Dim grow its fancies; Forgotten they lie;Like coals in the ashes, They darken and die.Song sinks into silence,... Poems - Post by : falkenman - Date : March 2010 - Author : Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Read : 2693

Fragments Fragments

Fragments
"Neglected record of a mind neglected" "O Faithful, indefatigable tides" "Soft through the silent air" "So from the bosom of darkness"FRAGMENTSOctober 22, 1838.Neglected record of a mind neglected,Unto what "lets and stops" art thou subjected!The day with all its toils and occupations,The night with its reflections and sensations,The future, and the present, and the past,--All I remember, feel, and hope at last,All shapes of joy and sorrow, as they pass,--Find but a dusty image in this glass.August 18, 1847.O faithful,... Poems - Post by : helenm - Date : March 2010 - Author : Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Read : 2736

The Skeleton In Armor The Skeleton In Armor

The Skeleton In Armor
"Speak! speak! thou fearful guest! Who, with thy hollow breast Still in rude armor drest, Comest to daunt me! Wrapt not in Eastern... Poems - Post by : Bionic_Office - Date : October 2009 - Author : Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Read : 669

The Wreck Of The Hesperus The Wreck Of The Hesperus

The Wreck Of The Hesperus
It was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea: And the skipper had taken his little daughter, To bear him company. Blue were her... Poems - Post by : Austin - Date : October 2009 - Author : Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Read : 1140

The Village Blacksmith The Village Blacksmith

The Village Blacksmith
Under a spreading chestnut tree The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands;... Poems - Post by : homebizgateway - Date : October 2009 - Author : Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Read : 1190

It Is Not Always May It Is Not Always May

It Is Not Always May
NO HAY PAJAROS EN LOS NIDOS DE ANTANOSpanish Proverb, The sun is bright,--the air is clear, The darting swallows soar and sing, And from the stately elms I hear The bluebird prophesying Spring.... Poems - Post by : alltraff - Date : October 2009 - Author : Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Read : 2941

Excelsior Excelsior

Excelsior
The shades of night were falling fast, As through an Alpine village passed A youth, who bore, 'mid snow and ice, A banner with the strange device, Excelsior!... Poems - Post by : homepro2 - Date : October 2009 - Author : Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Read : 1622

The Rainy Day The Rainy Day

The Rainy Day
The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary. My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;... Poems - Post by : bannerca - Date : October 2009 - Author : Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Read : 2564

The Arrow And The Song The Arrow And The Song

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 Could not follow it in its flight. I breathed a song into the air,... Poems - Post by : MelBalingit - Date : October 2009 - Author : Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Read : 1559

The Day Is Done The Day Is Done

The Day Is Done
The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight.... Poems - Post by : leanfang - Date : October 2009 - Author : Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Read : 2408

Walter Von Der Vogelweide Walter Von Der Vogelweide

Walter Von Der Vogelweide
VOGELWEID, the Minnesinger, When he left this world of ours, Laid his body in the cloister, Under Wurtzburg's minster towers. And he gave... Poems - Post by : ALANJAN - Date : October 2009 - Author : Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Read : 1671