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| 1681. | Footsteps of Angels by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | | When the hours of Day are numbered,
And the voices of the Night
Wake the better soul, that slumbered,
To a holy, calm delight;
Ere the evening l... |
| 1682. | A Psalm of Life by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | | WHAT THE HEART OF THE YOUNG MAN SAID TO THE PSALMIST.
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slu... |
| 1683. | The Wreck of the Hesperus by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | | It was the schooner Hesperus,
That sailed the wintry sea;
And the skipper had taken his little daughter,
To bear him company.
Blue were her eyes... |
| 1684. | An April Day by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | | When the warm sun, that brings
Seed-time and harvest, has returned again,
'T is sweet to visit the still wood, where springs
The first flower of th... |
| 1685. | The Spirit of Poetry by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | | There is a quiet spirit in these woods,
That dwells where'er the gentle south-wind blows;
Where, underneath the white-thorn, in the glade,
The wild... |
| 1686. | The Reaper and the Flowers by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | | There is a Reaper, whose name is Death,
And, with his sickle keen,
He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,
And the flowers that grow between.
"S... |
| 1687. | THE SLAVE IN THE DISMAL SWAMP by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | | In dark fens of the Dismal Swamp
The hunted Negro lay;
He saw the fire of the midnight camp,
And heard at times a horse's tramp
And a bloodhound's... |
| 1688. | The Landlord's Tale; Paul Revere's Ride by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | | Listen my children and you shall hear
Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere,
On the eighteenth of April, in Seventy-five;
Hardly a man is now alive
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| 1689. | THE GOOD PART, THAT SHALL NOT BE TAKEN AWAY by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | | She dwells by Great Kenhawa's side,
In valleys green and cool;
And all her hope and all her pride
Are in the village school.
Her soul, like the ... |
| 1690. | Prelude by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | | Pleasant it was, when woods were green,
And winds were soft and low,
To lie amid some sylvan scene.
Where, the long drooping boughs between,
Shado... |
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