Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

AFTERNOON IN FEBRUARY The day is ending, An April Day When the warm sun, that brings A Psalm of Life WHAT THE HEART OF THE YOUNG MAN SAID TO THE PSALMIST. AUTUMN Thou comest, Autumn, heralded by the rain, AUTUMN Thou comest, Autumn, heralded by the rain, Autumn Within It is autumn; not without Children Come to me, O ye children! Christmas Bells "I heard the bells on Christmas Day Daylight and Moonlight In broad daylight, and at noon, Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Flowers Spake full well, in language quaint and olden, Footsteps of Angels When the hours of Day are numbered, Hiawatha's Childhood Downward through the evening twilight, Hiawatha's Wooing "As unto the bow the cord is, Holidays The holiest of all holidays are those Introduction To The Song Of Hiawatha Should you ask me, Loss And Gain When I compare Moonlight As a pale phantom with a lamp Morituri Salutamus: Poem for the Fiftieth Anniversary Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis, My Lost Youth Often I think of the beautiful town Nature As a fond mother, when the day is o'er, RAIN IN SUMMER How beautiful is the rain! THE ARSENAL AT SPRINGFIELD This is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, The Building of the Ship "Build me straight, O worthy Master! The Children's Hour Between the dark and the daylight, THE EVENING STAR Lo! in the painted oriel of the West, The Goblet of Life Filled is Life's goblet to the brim; The Jewish Cemetery at Newport How strange it seems! These Hebrews in their graves, The Landlord's Tale; Paul Revere's Ride Listen my children and you shall hear The Light of Stars The night is come, but not too soon; The Peace-Pipe On the Mountains of the Prairie, The Poet's Calendar January The Rainy Day The day is cold, and dark, and dreary The Reaper and the Flowers There is a Reaper, whose name is Death, The Revenge of Rain-in-the-Face In that desolate land and lone, The Song of Hiawatha: X X. Hiawatha's Wooing The Son Of The Evening Star Can it be the sun descending The Sound of the Sea The sea awoke at midnight from its sleep, TO A CHILD Dear child! how radiant on thy mother's knee, Woods in Winter When winter winds are piercing chill,