Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I heard the bells on Christmas
Their old familiar carols play,
And wild and
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Half of my life is gone, and I have let The years slip from me and have not fulfilled The aspiration of my youth, to build Some tower of song with lofty parapet
Not indolence, nor pleasure, nor the fret Of restless passions that would not be ...

In the long, sleepless watches of the night, A gentle face — the face of one long dead — Looks at me from the wall, where round its head The night-lamp casts a halo of pale light
Here in this room she died; and soul more white Never through m...

I stood on the bridge at midnight, As the clocks were striking the hour,
And the moon rose o'er the city, Behind the dark church-tower
I saw her bright reflection In the waters under me,
Like a golden goblet falling And sinking into...

When the warm sun, that
Seed-time and harvest, has returned again,'T is sweet to visit the still wood, where springs    The first flower of the plain
I love the season well,
When forest glades are teeming with bright forms,

The young Endymion sleeps Endymion's sleep; The shepherd-boy whose tale was left half told
The solemn grove uplifts its shield of gold To the red rising moon, and loud and deep The nightingale is singing from the steep; It is midsummer, but t...

Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis,
Et fugiunt freno non remorante
ID,
Fastorum,

Southward with fleet of ice  Sailed the corsair Death;
Wild and gast blew the blast,  And the east-wind was his breath
His lordly ships of ice  Glisten in the sun;
On each side, like pennons wide,  Flashing crystal streamlets run

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Oft have I seen at some cathedral door A laborer, pausing in the dust and heat, Lay down his burden, and with reverent feet Enter, and cross himself, and on the floor Kneel to repeat his paternoster o'er; Far off the noises of the world ret...

This is the Arsenal
From floor to ceiling, Like a huge organ, rise the burnished arms; But from their silent pipes no anthem pealing Startles the villages with strange alarms
Ah
what a sound will rise, how wild and dreary, When the ...