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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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(1807-1882)
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A Gleam of Sunshine
This is the place. Stand still, my steed,
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A Psalm of Life
Tell me not in mournful numbers,
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Afternoon in February
The day is ending,
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An April Day
When the warm sun, that brings
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Arrow and the Song, The
I shot an arrow into the air,
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Arsenal at Springfield, The
This is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling,
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Autumn
Thou comest, Autumn, heralded by the rain,
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Autumn Within
It is autumn; not without
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Beleaguered City, The
I have read, in some old, marvellous tale,
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Belfry of Bruges, The
In the market-place of Bruges stands the belfry old and brown;
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Birds Of Passage
Black shadows fall
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Blessing The Cornfields
Sing, O Song of Hiawatha,
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Blind Bartimeus
Blind Bartimeus at the gates
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Bridge, The
I stood on the bridge at midnight,
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Burial of the Minnisink
On sunny slope and beechen swell,
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Carillon
In the ancient town of Bruges,
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Changed
From the outskirts of the town,
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Children
Come to me, O ye children!
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Children's Hour, The
Between the dark and the daylight,
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Courtship of Miles Standish, The
In the Old Colony days, in Plymouth the land of the Pilgrims
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Curfew
Solemnly, mournfully,
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Dante
Tuscan, that wanderest through the realms of gloom,
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Day is Done, The
The day is done, and the darkness
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Death Of Kwasind, The
Far and wide among the nations
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Drinking Song
Come, old friend! sit down and listen!
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Endymion
The rising moon has hid the stars;
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Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie
This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks,
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Evening Star, The
Lo! in the painted oriel of the West,
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Excelsior
The shades of night were falling fast,
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Famine, The
Oh the long and dreary Winter!
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Fata Morgana
O sweet illusions of son
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Flowers
Spake full well, in language quaint and olden,
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Footsteps of Angels
When the hours of Day are numbered,
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Four Winds, The
"Honor be to Mudjekeewis!"
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Ghosts, The
Never stoops the soaring vulture
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Goblet of Life, The
Filled is Life's goblet to the brim;
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God's-Acre
I like that ancient Saxon phrase, which calls
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Good Part, That Shall Not Be Taken Away, The
She dwells by Great Kenhawa's side,
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Hiawatha And Mudjekeewis
Out of childhood into manhood
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Hiawatha And The Pearl-Feather
On the shores of Gitche Gumee,
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Hiawatha and the Pearl-Feather
On the shores of Gitche Gumee,
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Hiawatha's Childhood
Downward through the evening twilight,
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Hiawatha's Departure
By the shore of Gitche Gumee,
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Hiawatha's Fasting
You shall hear how Hiawatha
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Hiawatha's Fishing
Forth upon the Gitche Gumee,
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Hiawatha's Friends
Two good friends had Hiawatha,
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Hiawatha's Lamentation
In those days the Evil Spirits,
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Hiawatha's Sailing
"Give me of your bark, O Birch-tree!
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Hiawatha's Wedding-Feast
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis,
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Hiawatha's Wooing
"As unto the bow the cord is,
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Hunting Of Pau-Puk Keewis, The
Full of wrath was Hiawatha
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Hymn of the Moravian Nuns of Bethlehem at the Consecration of Pulaski's Banner
When the dying flame of day
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Hymn to the Night
I heard the trailing garments of the Night
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Intorduction To The Song Of Hiawatha
Should you ask me,
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It is not Always May
The sun is bright,--the air is clear,
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L'Envoi
Ye voices, that arose
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Ladder of St. Augustine, The
Saint Augustine! well hast thou said,
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Light of Stars, The
The night is come, but not too soon;
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Loss And Gain
When I compare
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Maidenhood
Maiden! with the meek, brown eyes,
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Mezzo Cammin
Half of my life is gone, and I have let
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Midnight Mass for the Dying Year
Yes, the Year is growing old,
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My Lost Youth
Often I think of the beautiful town
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Nature
As a fond mother, when the day is o'er,
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Norman Baron, The
In his chamber, weak and dying,
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Nuremberg
In the valley of the Pegnitz, where across broad meadow-lands
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Occultation of Orion, The
I saw, as in a dream sublime,
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Old Clock on the Stairs, The
Somewhat back from the village street
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Pau-Puk-Keewis
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis,
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Paul Revere's Ride
Listen my children and you shall hear
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Peace-Pipe, The
On the Mountains of the Prairie,
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Picture-Writing
In those days said Hiawatha,
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Quadroon Girl, The
The Slaver in the broad lagoon
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Rain in Summer
How beautiful is the rain!
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Rainy Day, The
The day is cold, and dark, and dreary;
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Reaper and the Flowers, The
There is a Reaper, whose name is Death,
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Republic, The
Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State!
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Skeleton in Armor, The
"Speak! speak I thou fearful guest
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Slave In the Dismal Swamp, The
In dark fens of the Dismal Swamp
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Slave Singing at Midnight, The
Loud he sang the psalm of David!
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Slave's Dream, The
Beside the ungathered rice he lay,
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Snow-Flakes
Out of the bosom of the Air
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Son Of The Evening Star, The
Can it be the sun descending
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Sound Of The Sea, The
The sea awoke at midnight from its sleep,
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Spirit of Poetry, The
There is a quiet spirit in these woods,
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St. John's, Cambridge
I stand beneath the tree, whose branches shade
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Sunrise on the Hills
I stood upon the hills, when heaven's wide arch
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Tide Rises, the Tide Falls, The
The tide rises, the tide falls,
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To a Child
Dear child! how radiant on thy mother's knee,
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To an Old Danish Song-Book
Welcome, my old friend,
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To the Driving Cloud
Gloomy and dark art thou, O chief of the mighty Omahas;
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To the River Charles
River! that in silence windest
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To William E. Channing
The pages of thy book I read,
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Village Blacksmith, The
Under a spreading chestnut tree
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Voices Of the Night
Pleasant it was, when woods were green,
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Walter Von Der Vogel Weid
Vogelweid the Minnesinger,
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Warning, The
Beware! The Israelite of old, who tore
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White Man's Foot, The
In his lodge beside a river,
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Witnesses, The
In Ocean's wide domains,
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Woods in Winter
When winter winds are piercing chill,
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Wreck of the Hesperus, The
It was the schooner Hesperus,
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