Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's Poetry, by popularity

• Death Of Archbishop Turpin. (From The French)

  The Archbishop, whom God loved in high degree,
  Beheld his wounds all bleeding fresh and free;

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• The Emperor's Bird's-Nest. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)

  Once the Emperor Charles of Spain,
    With his swarthy, grave commanders,

  65 lines
• The Leap Of Roushan Beg. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth)

  Mounted on Kyrat strong and fleet,
  His chestnut steed with four white feet,

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• The Children Of The Lord's Supper. (From The Swedish Of Bishop Tegner)

  Pentecost, day of rejoicing, had come. The church of the village
  Gleaming stood in the morning's sheen. On the spire of the bell

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• To Cardinal Richelieu. (From Malherbe)

  Thou mighty Prince of Church and State,
  Richelieu! until the hour of death,

  20 lines
• Flower-De-Luce: The Bells Of Lynn. Heard At Nahant

  O curfew of the setting sun! O Bells of Lynn!
  O requiem of the dying day! O Bells of Lynn!

  26 lines
• Flower-De-Luce: Giotto's Tower

  How many lives, made beautiful and sweet
    By self-devotion and by self-restraint,

  14 lines
• Ultima Thule: Robert Burns

  I see amid the fields of Ayr
  A ploughman, who, in foul and fair,

  62 lines
• Ultima Thule: The Sifting Of Peter

  In St. Luke's Gospel we are told
  How Peter in the days of old

  48 lines
• In The Harbour: At La Chaudeau. (From The French Of Charles Coran)

  At La Chaudeau,--'tis long since then:
  I was young,--my years twice ten;

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• On The Terrace Of The Aigalades. (From The French Of Méry)

  From this high portal, where upsprings
  The rose to touch our hands in play,

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• To My Brooklet. (From The French Of Ducis)

  Thou brooklet, all unknown to song,
  Hid in the covert of the wood!

  24 lines
• Dante. (Sonnet VII.)

  What should be said of him cannot be said;
  By too great splendor is his name attended;

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• Sonnet. On Mrs. Kemble's Readings From Shakespeare

  O precious evenings! all too swiftly sped!
  Leaving us heirs to amplest heritages

  14 lines
• Frithiof's Temptation. (From The Swedish)

  Spring is coming, birds are twittering, forests leaf, and smiles the sun,
  And the loosened torrents downward, singing, to the ocean

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• Friar Lubin. (From The French)

  To gallop off to town post-haste,
  So oft, the times I cannot tell;

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• The Phantom Ship. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)

  In Mather's Magnalia Christi,
    Of the old colonial time,

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• Catawba Wine. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The First)

      This song of mine
      Is a Song of the Vine,

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• Enceladus. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Second)

  Under Mount Etna he lies,
    It is slumber, it is not death;

  41 lines
• The Castle-Builder. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Third)

  A gentle boy, with soft and silken locks,
    A dreamy boy, with brown and tender eyes,

  19 lines
• The Sermon Of St. Francis. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fourth)

  Up soared the lark into the air,
  A shaft of song, a wingéd prayer,

  44 lines
• The Quadroon Girl

  The Slaver in the broad lagoon
    Lay moored with idle sail;

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• The Golden Legend: Prologue & 1.

  THE SPIRE OF STRASBURG CATHEDRAL.
  Night and storm. LUCIFER, with the Powers of the

  647 lines
• The Legend Of The Crossbill. (From The German Of Julius Mosen)

  On the cross the dying Saviour
    Heavenward lifts his eyelids calm,

  24 lines
• The Statue Over The Cathedral Door. (From The German Of Julius Mosen)

  Forms of saints and kings are standing
    The cathedral door above;

  19 lines
• To The Stork. (Armenian Popular Song, From The Prose Version Of Alishan)

  Welcome, O Stork! that dost wing
    Thy flight from the far-away!

  34 lines
• Consolation. (To M. Duperrier, Gentleman Of Aix In Provence, On The Death Of His Daughter)

  Will then, Duperrier, thy sorrow be eternal?
      And shall the sad discourse

  36 lines
• To Italy. (From Filicaja)

  Italy! Italy! thou who'rt doomed to wear
  The fatal gift of beauty and possess

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• Remorse. (From August Von Platen)

  How I started up in the night, in the night,
    Drawn on without rest or reprieval!

  27 lines
• Flower-De-Luce: To-Morrow

  'Tis late at night, and in the realm of sleep
    My little lambs are folded like the flocks;

  14 lines

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