by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
When Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, the poet, was a boy, he lived in Portland, Maine. In those days Portland did much trading with the West Indies, and Henry and his boy friends liked to stay down at … Read the rest
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The Notary of Perigueux
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Do not trust thy body with a physician. He’ll make thy foolish bones go without flesh in a fortnight, and thy soul walk without a body in a se’nnight after. —Shirley.
You must know, gentlemen, that … Read the rest
Victor And Vanquished
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
As one who long hath fled with panting breath Before his foe, bleeding and near to fall, I turn and set my back against the wall, And look thee in the face, triumphant Death, I call… Read the rest
Victor Galbraith
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Under the walls of Monterey At daybreak the bugles began to play, Victor Galbraith! In the mist of the morning damp and gray, These were the words they seemed to say: "Come forth to thy death,… Read the rest
Vittoria Colonna.
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
VITTORIA COLONNA, on the death of her hushand, the Marchese di Pescara, retired to her castle at Ischia (Inarime), and there wrote the Ode upon his death, which gained her the title of Divine. Once more,… Read the rest
Voices Of The Night – Hymn To The Night.
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
[Greek quotation] I heard the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls! I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light From the celestial walls! I felt her presence, by its spell of… Read the rest
Voices Of The Night – Prelude.
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
[Greek poem here--Euripides.] 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, Shadows dark and sunlight sheen Alternate come and… Read the rest
Vox Populi
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
When Mazarvan the Magician, Journeyed westward through Cathay, Nothing heard he but the praises Of Badoura on his way. But the lessening rumor ended When he came to Khaledan, There the folk were talking only Of… Read the rest
Walter Von Der Vogelweid
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Vogelweid the Minnesinger, When he left this world of ours, Laid his body in the cloister, Under Wurtzburg's minster towers. And he gave the monks his treasures, Gave them all with this behest: They should feed… Read the rest
Wapentake
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
TO ALFRED TENNYSON Poet! I come to touch thy lance with mine; Not as a knight, who on the listed field Of tourney touched his adversary's shield In token of defiance, but in sign Of homage… Read the rest