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10 Greatest Poems by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. by Satyananda Sarangi. Picking just 10 is a tricky equation when it concerns the works of a poet as prolific as Longfellow.
Some poems immediately spring to mind, such as The Song of Hiawatha, but Longfellow was a prolific poet who wrote a great deal of great poems, not all of which are as well-known. Below, we pick – and discuss – ten of Longfellow’s greatest poems.
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was an American poet who lived from 1807-1882. He experienced tragedy in his life with the unexpected death of two wives. In this poem, he shows that we all have special moments in our lives that we celebrate, and they become our own personal holidays.
The Masque of Pandora and Other Poems (1875) included “Morituri Salutamus” (We who Are about to Die Salute You, 1874), one of his few occasional poems. Written for the 15th reunion of his Bowdoin College class, it is a memorable reflection on aging and is Longfellow’s most admired ode.
The opening poems include contemplative pieces such as "Prelude," "Hymn to the Night," and "A Psalm of Life," each exploring themes of existence, nature's beauty, and the human condition. The reader is introduced to Longfellow’s style, which blends pathos with lyrical beauty, as he reflects on childhood, dreams, mortality, and the spirit of life.
Paul Revere’s Ride. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. 1807 –. 1882. 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. Who remembers that famous day and year.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was a famed poet and educator. His poetry collections include Voices of the Night and Ballads and Other Poems. They contained some of his most famous poems, including ‘The Song of Hiawatha.’
A Psalm of Life. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. 1807 –. 1882. 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 slumbers, And things are not what they seem.
Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! In the world’s broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven….