Delphi Poetry Anthology: The World's Greatest Poems (Delphi Poets Series Book 50) (292 page)

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A Psalm of Life

 

What the Heart of the Young Man Said to the Psalmist

 

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882)

 

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.

 

Life is real! Life is earnest!
  
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And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
 
Was not spoken of the soul.

 

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
 
Is our destined end or way;
  
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But to act, that each to-morrow
 
Find us farther than to-day.

 

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
 
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
  
15
 
Funeral marches to the grave.

 

In the world’s broad field of battle,
 
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
 
Be a hero in the strife!
  
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Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!
 
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act, — act in the living Present!
 
Heart within, and God o’erhead!

 

Lives of great men all remind us
  
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We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
 
Footprints on the sands of time;

 

Footprints, that perhaps another,
 
Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
  
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A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
 
Seeing, shall take heart again.

 

Let us, then, be up and doing,
 
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
  
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Learn to labor and to wait.

 

List of Poems in Alphabetical Order

 

List of Poets in Alphabetical Order

 

The Light of Stars

 

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882)

 

THE NIGHT is come, but not too soon;
 
And sinking silently,
All silently, the little moon
 
Drops down behind the sky.

 

There is no light in earth or heaven
  
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But the cold light of stars;
And the first watch of night is given
 
To the red planet Mars.

 

Is it the tender star of love?
 
The star of love and dreams?
  
10
Oh no! from that blue tent above
 
A hero’s armor gleams.

 

And earnest thoughts within me rise,
 
When I behold afar,
Suspended in the evening skies,
  
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The shield of that red star.

 

O star of strength! I see thee stand
 
And smile upon my pain;
Thou beckonest with thy mailed hand,
 
And I am strong again.
  
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Within my breast there is no light
 
But the cold light of stars;
I give the first watch of the night
 
To the red planet Mars.

 

The star of the unconquered will,
  
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He rises in my breast,
Serene, and resolute, and still,
 
And calm, and self-possessed.

 

And thou, too, whosoe’er thou art,
 
That readest this brief psalm,
  
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As one by one thy hopes depart,
 
Be resolute and calm.

 

Oh, fear not in a world like this,
 
And thou shalt know erelong,
Know how sublime a thing it is
  
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To suffer and be strong.

 

List of Poems in Alphabetical Order

 

List of Poets in Alphabetical Order

 

Hymn to the Night

 

[Greek]

 

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882)

 

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 might,
  
5
 
Stoop o’er me from above;
The calm, majestic presence of the Night,
 
As of the one I love.

 

I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight,
 
The manifold, soft chimes,
  
10
That fill the haunted chambers of the Night,
 
Like some old poet’s rhymes.

 

From the cool cisterns of the midnight air
 
My spirit drank repose;
The fountain of perpetual peace flows there, —
15
 
From those deep cisterns flows.

 

O holy Night! from thee I learn to bear
 
What man has borne before!
Thou layest thy finger on the lips of Care,
 
And they complain no more.
  
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Peace! Peace! Orestes-like I breathe this prayer!
 
Descend with broad-winged flight,
The welcome, the thrice-prayed for, the most fair,
 
The best-beloved Night!

 

List of Poems in Alphabetical Order

 

List of Poets in Alphabetical Order

 

Footsteps of Angels

 

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882)

 

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 lamps are lighted,
  
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And, like phantoms grim and tall,
Shadows from the fitful firelight
 
Dance upon the parlor wall;

 

Then the forms of the departed
 
Enter at the open door;
  
10
The beloved, the true-hearted,
 
Come to visit me once more;

 

He, the young and strong, who cherished
 
Noble longings for the strife,
By the roadside fell and perished,
  
15
 
Weary with the march of life!

 

They, the holy ones and weakly,
 
Who the cross of suffering bore,
Folded their pale hands so meekly,
 
Spake with us on earth no more!
  
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And with them the Being Beauteous,
 
Who unto my youth was given,
More than all things else to love me,
 
And is now a saint in heaven.

 

With a slow and noiseless footstep
  
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Comes that messenger divine,
Takes the vacant chair beside me,
 
Lays her gentle hand in mine.

 

And she sits and gazes at me
 
With those deep and tender eyes,
  
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Like the stars, so still and saint-like,
 
Looking downward from the skies

 

Uttered not, yet comprehended,
 
Is the spirit’s voiceless prayer,
Soft rebukes, in blessings ended,
  
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Breathing from her lips of air.

 

Oh, though oft depressed and lonely,
 
All my fears are laid aside,
If I but remember only
 
Such as these have lived and died!
  
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List of Poems in Alphabetical Order

 

List of Poets in Alphabetical Order

 

The Wreck of the Hesperus

 

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882)

 

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 as the fairy-flax,
  
5
 
Her cheeks like the dawn of day,
And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds,
 
That ope in the month of May.

 

The skipper he stood beside the helm,
 
His pipe was in his mouth,
  
10
And he watched how the veering flaw did blow
 
The smoke now West, now South.

 

Then up and spake an old Sailòr,
 
Had sailed to the Spanish Main,
‘I pray thee, put into yonder port,
  
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For I fear a hurricane.

 

‘Last night, the moon had a golden ring,
 
And to-night no moon we see!’
The skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe,
 
And a scornful laugh laughed he.
  
20

 

Colder and louder blew the wind,
 
A gale from the Northeast,
The snow fell hissing in the brine,
 
And the billows frothed like yeast.

 

Down came the storm, and smote amain
  
25
 
The vessel in its strength;
She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed,
 
Then leaped her cable’s length.

 

‘Come hither! come hither! my little daughtèr,
 
And do not tremble so;
  
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For I can weather the roughest gale
 
That ever wind did blow.’

 

He wrapped her warm in his seaman’s coat
 
Against the stinging blast;
He cut a rope from a broken spar,
  
35
 
And bound her to the mast.

 

‘O father! I hear the church-bells ring,
 
Oh say, what may it be?’
‘’Tis a fog-bell on a rock-bound coast!’ —
 
And he steered for the open sea.
  
40

 

‘O father! I hear the sound of guns,
 
Oh say, what may it be?’
‘Some ship in distress, that cannot live
 
In such an angry sea!’

 

‘O father. I see a gleaming light,
  
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Oh say, what may it be?’
But the father answered never a word,
 
A frozen corpse was he.

 

Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark,
 
With his face turned to the skies,
  
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The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow
 
On his fixed and glassy eyes.

 

Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed
 
That savèd she might be;
And she thought of Christ, who stilled the wave,
  
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On the Lake of Galilee.

 

And fast through the midnight dark and drear,
 
Through the whistling sleet and snow,
Like a sheeted ghost, the vessel swept
 
Tow’rds the reef of Norman’s Woe.
  
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And ever the fitful gusts between
 
A sound came from the land;
It was the sound of the trampling surf
 
On the rocks and the hard sea-sand.

 

The breakers were right beneath her bows,
  
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She drifted a dreary wreck,
And a whooping billow swept the crew
 
Like icicles from her deck.

 

She struck where the white and fleecy waves
 
Looked soft as carded wool,
  
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But the cruel rocks, they gored her side
 
Like the horns of an angry bull.

 

Her rattling shrouds, all sheathed in ice,
 
With the masts went by the board;
Like a vessel of glass, she stove and sank,
  
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Ho! ho! the breakers roared!

 

At daybreak, on the bleak sea-beach,
 
A fisherman stood aghast,
To see the form of a maiden fair,
 
Lashed close to a drifting mast.
  
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The salt sea was frozen on her breast,
 
The salt tears in her eyes;
And he saw her hair, like the brown seaweed,
 
On the billows fall and rise.

 

Such was the wreck of the Hesperus,
  
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In the midnight and the snow!
Christ save us all from a death like this,
 
On the reef of Norman’s Woe!

 

List of Poems in Alphabetical Order

 

List of Poets in Alphabetical Order

 

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