The Complete Poems of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
10 Greatest Poems by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Botolph's Town! In the Harbor Fragments October 22, Augustine, The Saint Augustine! Thora of Rimol "Thora of Rimol! King Olaf's War-Horns "Strike the sails! Hiawatha's Sailing "Give me of your bark, O Birch-tree! The Famine Oh the long and dreary Winter!
He served as a professor at Harvard University and was an adept linguist, traveling throughout Europe and immersing himself in European culture and poetry, which he emulated in his poetry. Before television, radio, and film, he rose to become not just the leading poet and literary figure of 19th-century America, but also an American icon and household name. Picking just 10 is a tricky equation when it concerns the works of a poet as prolific as Longfellow. With numerous translations from various languages, such as Spanish, German, and Italian, his popularity was perhaps something that any poet could only dream of. For simplicity and convenience, I have stuck to his English poems that run not more than 60 lines. Written at a time when he was already renowned, Longfellow showcases his brilliance and versatility in what seems a ghostly poem at first.
The most widely known and best-loved American poet of his lifetime, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow achieved a level of national and international prominence previously unequaled in the literary history of the United States. Even if time has proved him something less than the master poet he never claimed to be, Longfellow made pioneering contributions to American literary life by exemplifying the possibility of a successful authorial career, by linking American poetry to European traditions beyond England, and by developing a surprisingly wide readership for romantic poetry. His father, Stephen Longfellow, was an attorney and a Harvard graduate active in public affairs. She named this second son among her eight children for her brother, Henry Wadsworth, who had died heroically in Tripoli harbor in The family occupied the first brick house in Portland, built by the general and still maintained as a literary shrine to its most famous occupant.
After spending time in Europe he became a professor at Bowdoin and, later, at Harvard College., Below you'll find a variety of shorter poems and sonnets by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
Life is real! Life is earnest! Be a hero in the strife! Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act,--act in the living Present! Heart within, and God o'erhead!
Longfellow was born in Portland, Maine , which was then still part of Massachusetts. He studied at Bowdoin College and became a professor at Bowdoin and later at Harvard College after spending time in Europe. He retired from teaching in to focus on his writing, and he lived the remainder of his life in the Revolutionary War headquarters of George Washington in Cambridge, Massachusetts. His first wife Mary Potter died in after a miscarriage. His second wife Frances Appleton died in after sustaining burns when her dress caught fire. After her death, Longfellow had difficulty writing poetry for a time and focused on translating works from foreign languages. He died in
Far and wide among the nations Spread the name and fame of Kwasind; No man dared to strive with Kwasind, No man could compete with Kwasind. Who will care for the Puk-Wudjies? He will tread us down like mushrooms, Drive us all into the water, Give our bodies to be eaten By the wicked Nee-ba-naw-baigs, By the Spirits of the water! Now this wondrous strength of Kwasind In his crown alone was seated; In his crown too was his weakness; There alone could he be wounded, Nowhere else could weapon pierce him, Nowhere else could weapon harm him. Even there the only weapon That could wound him, that could slay him, Was the seed-cone of the pine-tree, Was the blue cone of the fir-tree. So they gathered cones together, Gathered seed-cones of the pine-tree, Gathered blue cones of the fir-tree, In the woods by Taquamenaw, Brought them to the river's margin, Heaped them in great piles together, Where the red rocks from the margin Jutting overhang the river.