PoetryFootsteps of Angels When the hours of Day are numbered, And the voices of the Night Wake the… By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
PoetryA Psalm of Life What The Heart Of The Young Man Said To The Psalmist. Tell me not, in… By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
PoetryThe Arrow and the Song I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where;… By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
PoetryVoices of the Night “I wrote this poem on the 3d of October, 1837, to send with a bouquet… By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
PoetryThe Slave’s Dream Beside the ungathered rice he lay, His sickle in his hand; His breast was bare,… By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
PoetryThe Rainy Day The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never… By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
PoetrySanta Filomena Whene’er a noble deed is wrought, Whene’er is spoken a noble thought, Our hearts, in… By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
PoetryHymn To The Night I heard the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls! I saw… By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow