About Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
1807 - 1882/Male/AmericanA poet and educator, Longfellow is known for translating poetry and his lyrical poems of mythology and legend.
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Poetry & Stories
A Fragment
Awake! arise! the hour is late!Angels are knocking at thy door!
Rain In Summer
How beautiful is the rain!After the dust and heat,
Hiawatha’s Hunting
Forth into the forest straightwayAll alone walked Hiawatha
Seaweed
When descends on the AtlanticThe gigantic
My Lost Youth
Often I think of the beautiful townThat is seated by the sea;
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Who is Henry Wadsworth Longfellow?
1807 - 1882/Male/AmericanA poet and educator, Longfellow is known for translating poetry and his lyrical poems of mythology and legend.
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Kavishala has 50 poems and stories by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, free to read on this page, along with selected quotes you can share.
Poems & Stories by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
A Fragment
Awake! arise! the hour is late!Angels are knocking at thy door!
Rain In Summer
How beautiful is the rain!After the dust and heat,
Hiawatha’s Hunting
Forth into the forest straightwayAll alone walked Hiawatha
Seaweed
When descends on the AtlanticThe gigantic
My Lost Youth
Often I think of the beautiful townThat is seated by the sea;
Hiawatha’s Sailing
“Give me of your bark, O Birch-Tree!Of your yellow bark, O Birch-Tree!
The Building Of The Ship
“Build me straight, O worthy Master!Stanch and strong, a goodly vessel,
The Builders
All are architects of Fate,Working in these walls of Time;
Hiawatha’s Fishing
Forth upon the Gitche Gumee,On the shining Big-Sea-Water,
The Village Blacksmith
Under a spreading chestnut-treeThe village smithy stands;
The Meeting
After so long an absenceAt last we meet agin:
Hiawatha’s Departure
from The Song of HiawathaBy the shore of Gitchie Gumee,By the shining Big-Sea-Water,
Selected Quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (चुनिंदा उद्धरण)
How beautiful is the rain!After the dust and heat,
Forth into the forest straightwayAll alone walked Hiawatha
Under a spreading chestnut-treeThe village smithy stands;
When descends on the AtlanticThe gigantic
Awake! arise! the hour is late!Angels are knocking at thy door!
Often I think of the beautiful townThat is seated by the sea;
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