Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Short Name: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Full Name: Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth, 1807-1882
Birth Year: 1807
Death Year: 1882

Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth , D.C.L. was born at Portland, Maine, Feb. 27, 1807, and graduated at Bowdoin College, 1825. After residing in Europe for four years to qualify for the Chair of Modern Languages in that College, he entered upon the duties of the same. In 1835 he removed to Harvard, on his election as Professor of Modern Languages and Belles-Lettres. He retained that Professorship to 1854. His literary reputation is great, and his writings are numerous and well known. His poems, many of which are as household words in all English-speaking countries, display much learning and great poetic power. A few of these poems and portions of others have come into common use as hymns, but a hymn-writer in the strict sense of that term he was not and never claimed to be. His pieces in common use as hymns include:—
1. Alas, how poor and little worth. Life a Race. Translated from the Spanish of Don Jorge Manrique (d. 1479), in Longfellow's Poetry of Spain, 1833.
2. All is of God; if He but wave His hand. God All and in All. From his poem "The Two Angels," published in his Birds of Passage, 1858. It is in the Boston Hymns of the Spirit, 1864, &c.
3. Blind Bartimeus at the gate. Bartimeus. From his Miscellaneous Poems, 1841, into G. W. Conder's 1874 Appendix to the Leeds Hymn Book.
4. Christ to the young man said, "Yet one thing more." Ordination. Written for his brother's (S. Longfellow) ordination in 1848, and published in Seaside and Fireside, 1851. It was given in an altered form as "The Saviour said, yet one thing more," in H. W. Beecher's Plymouth Collection, 1855.
5. Sown the dark future through long generations. Peace. This, the closing part of his poem on "The Arsenal at Springfield," published in his Belfrey of Bruges, &c, 1845, was given in A Book of Hymns, 1848, and repeated in several collections.
6. Into the silent land. The Hereafter. A translation from the German.
7. Tell me not in mournful numbers. Psalm of Life. Published in his Voices of the Night, 1839, as "A Psalm of Life: What the heart of the Young Man said to the Psalmist." It is given in several hymnals in Great Britain and America. In some collections it begins with st. ii., "Life is real! Life is earnest."
The universal esteem in which Longfellow was held as a poet and a man was marked in a special manner by his bust being placed in that temple of honour, Westminster Abbey. [Rev. F. M. Bird, M.A.]

--John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology (1907), p. 685



Wikipedia Biography

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (February 27, 1807 – March 24, 1882) was an American poet and educator whose works include "Paul Revere's Ride", The Song of Hiawatha, and Evangeline. He was also the first American to translate Dante Alighieri's Divine Comedy, and was one of the five Fireside Poets. Longfellow wrote many lyric poems known for their musicality and often presenting stories of mythology and legend. He became the most popular American poet of his day and also had success overseas. He has been criticized, however, for imitating European styles and writing specifically for the masses.

Texts by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (52)sort descendingAsInstances
Ah how skillful grows the handHenry W. Longfellow (Author)5
Ah what a sound the infinite fierce chorusHenry W. Longfellow (Author)5
Alas how poor and little worthHenry W. Longfellow (Author)23
All are architects of fateHenry W. Longfellow (Author)24
All is of God, if he but wave his handHenry W. Longfellow (Author)4
All thoughts of ill, all evil deedsHenry W. Longfellow (Author)3
Art is long, and time is fleetingHenry W. Longfellow (Author)3
As a fond mother, when the day is o'erHenry Wadsworth Longfellow (Author)2
As torrents in summerHenry W. Longfellow (Author)7
Augustine well and truly saidHenry W. Longfellow (Author)3
Christ to the young man saidLongfellow (Author)4
Come to me, O ye childrenHenry Wadsworth Longfellow (Author)1
The summer days are come againH. W. L. (Author (stanzas 1, 2, 3))1
Down the dark future, through long generationsLongfellow (Author)23
Hadst thou stayed, I must have fledH. W. Longfellow (Author)2
I heard the bells on Christmas dayHenry W. Longfellow (Author)169
I heard the bells this festive dayH. W. Longfellow (Author)2
I heard the trailing garments of the nightHenry Wadsworth Longfellow (Author)2
I like that ancient Saxon phrase which callsH. W. Longfellow (Author)3
I stand without here in the porchH. W. Longfellow (Author)2
Into the silent land, Ah, who shall lead us thitherLongfellow (Translator)5
Into what land of harvests what plantationsHenry Wadsworth Longfellow (Author)3
Is it so far from theeHenry Wadsworth Longfellow (Author)2
Let nothing disturb theeHenry Wadsworrh Longfellow (1807-82) (Translator)2
Life is real, life is earnestH. W. Longfellow (Author)17
Lord, what am I, that, with unceasing careLongfellow (Translator)1
O gift of God, O perfect dayHenry W. Longfellow (Author)3
O how blest are ye whose toils are endedH. W. Longfellow, 1807-82 (Translator)17
O little feet, that such long yearsHenry Wadsworth Longfellow (Author)3
O then, sail on, thou ship of stateHenry W. Longfellow (Author)3
O gladsome Light, O grace of the Father immortalHenry W. Longfellow, 1807-1882 (Translator)1
O how blessed are theyHenry W. Longfellow, 1807-92 (Translator)1
Sail on, sail on, O thou ship of stateHenry W. Longfellow (Author)4
Saint Augustine has truly saidHenry W. Longfellow (Author)3
Saint Augustine well hast thou saidHenry W. Longfellow (Author)4
Sleep, comrades, sleep, sleep and restHenry W. Longfellow (Author)5
Stars of the summer nightLongfellow (Author)16
Take them, O death, and bear awayHenry W. Longfellow (Author)6
Tell me not, in mournful numbersLongfellow (Author)83
The day is cold, and dark, and dreary Longfellow (Author)3
The Savior said, Yet one thing moreLongfellow (Author)4
The shades of night were falling fastHenry Wadsworth Longfellow (Author)1
There is a flock, however watched and tendedHenry Wadsworth Longfellow (Author)2
There is a land, a sunny land, Whose skies are ever brightHenry W. Longfellow (Author)33
There is a reaper whose name is deathHenry Wadsworth Longfellow (Author)44
There is no death, what seems so is transitionH. W. Longfellow (Author)2
There is no flock, however watched and tendedHenry W. Longfellow (Author)16
Two angels, one of life and one of deathH. W. Longfellow (Author)2
We have not wings, we cannot soarHenry Wadsworth Longfellow (Author)6
We're half the power that fills the worldHenry W. Longfellow (Author)1
When Christ was born in Bethlehem, 'Twas night but seemed the noon of dayHenry W. Longfellow (Author)7
When the hours of day are numberedHenry Wadsworth Longfellow (Author)14

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