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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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 was born in Portland, Maine, which was then a part of Massachusetts. He studied at Bowdoin College. After spending time in Europe he became a professor at Bowdoin and, later, at Harvard College. His first major poetry collections were Voices of the Night (1839) and Ballads and Other Poems (1841). Longfellow retired from teaching in 1854, to focus on his writing, living the remainder of his life in Cambridge, Massachusetts, in a former Revolutionary War headquarters of George Washington. His first wife Mary Potter died in 1835, after a miscarriage. His second wife Frances Appleton died in 1861, after sustaining burns when her dress caught fire. After her death, Longfellow had difficulty writing poetry for a time and focused on translating works from foreign languages. He died in 1882.
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The life of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was a commanding figure in the cultural life of nineteenth-century America. Born in Portland, Maine, in 1807, he became a national literary figure by the 1850s, and a world- famous personality by the time of his death in 1882. He was a traveler, a linguist, and a romantic who identified with the great traditions of European literature and thought. At the same time, he was rooted in American life and history, which charged his imagination with untried themes and made him ambitious for success.
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A Psalm of Life - H. W. Longfellow (Powerful Life Poetry)
Read by Tom O'bedlam Music by Whitesands Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was an American poet and writer who was revered for his lyric poetry, which often presented stories of mythology and legend. He became one of the most popular American poets of his day and had much success overseas.
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The Day is Done by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | Powerful Life Poetry
As darkness descends, it evocates the burdens of the past. Cornered, the soul looks for an escape. What else can then bring contentment to a gloomy heart but poetic verses? Verses that pierce through the pain, shedding the worries of the day. The Day is Done by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Read by: Tom O' Bedlam The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain. Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay, Th...
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Who was Henry Wadsworth Longfellow?
An introduction to Longfellow's life and career. The first lecture in a series of videos about my new book, The Heroines of Henry Longfellow. For hardback and ebook, see: https://www.amazon.com/Heroines-Henry-Longfellow-Domestic-Defiant/dp/1666913065/ref=sr_1_1?crid=3M54KTJLMBI7T&keywords=Timothy+bartel&qid=1662481732&sprefix=timothy+bartel%2Caps%2C104&sr=8-1
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Christmas Bells: a poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day" is a popular Christmas carol that has it's roots in the Civil War. Having lost his wife in a bizarre and tragic fire in 1861 and having learned of the wounding of his son in battle in 1863, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow sat down and wrote the poem, "Christmas Bells" after hearing the church bells ringing on Christmas Day. It captures the dissonance that he felt between the promise of peace and violent reality of war around him. The poem was put to music in 1872 but many of the references to the Civil War were removed. Since then, millions have both sang and listened to the song without knowing its true origin. Support the effort to expand history education on PATREON: https://www.patreon.com/historyunderground
published: 24 Dec 2019 -
Live Without Regret - My Lost Youth by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | Powerful Life Poetry
An excerpt from Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's My Lost Youth. It tends to take you down to the memory lane into your very own version of Portland, reminiscing about the things which always seem just like yesterday yet too far away. While memories do tend to rekindle the past, the past nonetheless remains dead. My Lost Youth BY HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW Often I think of the beautiful town That is seated by the sea; Often in thought go up and down The pleasant streets of that dear old town, And my youth comes back to me. And a verse of a Lapland song Is haunting my memory still: "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." I can see the shadowy lines of its trees, And catch, in sudden gleams, The sheen ...
published: 17 Oct 2022 -
Henry W. Longfellow: At Home and in Print
published: 09 Sep 2021 -
The Rainy Day - H. W. Longfellow (Powerful Life Poetry)
Read by Shane Morris - A poem for anyone going through a rough time right now. #poem #sad #inspirational
published: 17 Nov 2020 -
The Day Is Done - Henry W. Longfellow (Powerful Life Poetry)
The first video in our new Powerful Life Poetry series: The Day is Done by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Read by John Mydrim Ballantyne Davies. About the poet: 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 the first American to translate Dante Alighieri's Divine Comedy and was one of the Fireside Poets from New England. 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 had success overseas Speaker: John Mydrim Ballantyne Davies www.thevoice.wales The Day Is Done Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1807-1882 The day is done, and the darkne...
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A Psalm of Life - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | Powerful Life Poetry
Life is unpredictable; we are here today and come tomorrow will be gone forever. However, despite the fickle nature of our existence, we must strive to be the best we can be and face all the difficulties life throws at us head-on. A Psalm of Life by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow What The Heart Of The Young Man Said To The Psalmist. Read by: Tom O' Bedlam 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! 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; But to act, that each to-morrow Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And ou...
published: 09 Jul 2022
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The life of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was a commanding figure in the cultural life of nineteenth-century America. Born in Portland, Maine, in 1807, he became a national li...
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was a commanding figure in the cultural life of nineteenth-century America. Born in Portland, Maine, in 1807, he became a national literary figure by the 1850s, and a world- famous personality by the time of his death in 1882.
He was a traveler, a linguist, and a romantic who identified with the great traditions of European literature and thought. At the same time, he was rooted in American life and history, which charged his imagination with untried themes and made him ambitious for success.
https://wn.com/The_Life_Of_Henry_Wadsworth_Longfellow
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was a commanding figure in the cultural life of nineteenth-century America. Born in Portland, Maine, in 1807, he became a national literary figure by the 1850s, and a world- famous personality by the time of his death in 1882.
He was a traveler, a linguist, and a romantic who identified with the great traditions of European literature and thought. At the same time, he was rooted in American life and history, which charged his imagination with untried themes and made him ambitious for success.
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A Psalm of Life - H. W. Longfellow (Powerful Life Poetry)
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Read by Tom O'bedlam
Music by Whitesands
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was an American poet and writer who was revered for his lyric poetry, which often presented...
Read by Tom O'bedlam
Music by Whitesands
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was an American poet and writer who was revered for his lyric poetry, which often presented stories of mythology and legend. He became one of the most popular American poets of his day and had much success overseas.
https://wn.com/A_Psalm_Of_Life_H._W._Longfellow_(Powerful_Life_Poetry)
Read by Tom O'bedlam
Music by Whitesands
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was an American poet and writer who was revered for his lyric poetry, which often presented stories of mythology and legend. He became one of the most popular American poets of his day and had much success overseas.
- published: 02 Apr 2020
- views: 1251429
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The Day is Done by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | Powerful Life Poetry
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As darkness descends, it evocates the burdens of the past. Cornered, the soul looks for an escape. What else can then bring contentment to a gloomy heart but po...
As darkness descends, it evocates the burdens of the past. Cornered, the soul looks for an escape. What else can then bring contentment to a gloomy heart but poetic verses? Verses that pierce through the pain, shedding the worries of the day.
The Day is Done by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW
Read by: Tom O' Bedlam
The day is done, and the darkness
Falls from the wings of Night,
As a feather is wafted downward
From an eagle in his flight.
I see the lights of the village
Gleam through the rain and the mist,
And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me
That my soul cannot resist:
A feeling of sadness and longing,
That is not akin to pain,
And resembles sorrow only
As the mist resembles the rain.
Come, read to me some poem,
Some simple and heartfelt lay,
That shall soothe this restless feeling,
And banish the thoughts of day.
Not from the grand old masters,
Not from the bards sublime,
Whose distant footsteps echo
Through the corridors of Time.
For, like strains of martial music,
Their mighty thoughts suggest
Life's endless toil and endeavor;
And to-night I long for rest.
Read from some humbler poet,
Whose songs gushed from his heart,
As showers from the clouds of summer,
Or tears from the eyelids start;
Who, through long days of labor,
And nights devoid of ease,
Still heard in his soul the music
Of wonderful melodies.
Such songs have power to quiet
The restless pulse of care,
And come like the benediction
That follows after prayer.
Then read from the treasured volume
The poem of thy choice,
And lend to the rhyme of the poet
The beauty of thy voice.
And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares, that infest the day,
Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,
And as silently steal away.
#poetry #inspiration
https://wn.com/The_Day_Is_Done_By_Henry_Wadsworth_Longfellow_|_Powerful_Life_Poetry
As darkness descends, it evocates the burdens of the past. Cornered, the soul looks for an escape. What else can then bring contentment to a gloomy heart but poetic verses? Verses that pierce through the pain, shedding the worries of the day.
The Day is Done by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW
Read by: Tom O' Bedlam
The day is done, and the darkness
Falls from the wings of Night,
As a feather is wafted downward
From an eagle in his flight.
I see the lights of the village
Gleam through the rain and the mist,
And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me
That my soul cannot resist:
A feeling of sadness and longing,
That is not akin to pain,
And resembles sorrow only
As the mist resembles the rain.
Come, read to me some poem,
Some simple and heartfelt lay,
That shall soothe this restless feeling,
And banish the thoughts of day.
Not from the grand old masters,
Not from the bards sublime,
Whose distant footsteps echo
Through the corridors of Time.
For, like strains of martial music,
Their mighty thoughts suggest
Life's endless toil and endeavor;
And to-night I long for rest.
Read from some humbler poet,
Whose songs gushed from his heart,
As showers from the clouds of summer,
Or tears from the eyelids start;
Who, through long days of labor,
And nights devoid of ease,
Still heard in his soul the music
Of wonderful melodies.
Such songs have power to quiet
The restless pulse of care,
And come like the benediction
That follows after prayer.
Then read from the treasured volume
The poem of thy choice,
And lend to the rhyme of the poet
The beauty of thy voice.
And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares, that infest the day,
Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,
And as silently steal away.
#poetry #inspiration
- published: 14 Nov 2022
- views: 60160
20:36
Who was Henry Wadsworth Longfellow?
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An introduction to Longfellow's life and career. The first lecture in a series of videos about my new book, The Heroines of Henry Longfellow. For hardback and e...
An introduction to Longfellow's life and career. The first lecture in a series of videos about my new book, The Heroines of Henry Longfellow. For hardback and ebook, see: https://www.amazon.com/Heroines-Henry-Longfellow-Domestic-Defiant/dp/1666913065/ref=sr_1_1?crid=3M54KTJLMBI7T&keywords=Timothy+bartel&qid=1662481732&sprefix=timothy+bartel%2Caps%2C104&sr=8-1
https://wn.com/Who_Was_Henry_Wadsworth_Longfellow
An introduction to Longfellow's life and career. The first lecture in a series of videos about my new book, The Heroines of Henry Longfellow. For hardback and ebook, see: https://www.amazon.com/Heroines-Henry-Longfellow-Domestic-Defiant/dp/1666913065/ref=sr_1_1?crid=3M54KTJLMBI7T&keywords=Timothy+bartel&qid=1662481732&sprefix=timothy+bartel%2Caps%2C104&sr=8-1
- published: 06 Sep 2022
- views: 8762
3:18
Christmas Bells: a poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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"I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day" is a popular Christmas carol that has it's roots in the Civil War. Having lost his wife in a bizarre and tragic fire in 186...
"I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day" is a popular Christmas carol that has it's roots in the Civil War. Having lost his wife in a bizarre and tragic fire in 1861 and having learned of the wounding of his son in battle in 1863, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow sat down and wrote the poem, "Christmas Bells" after hearing the church bells ringing on Christmas Day. It captures the dissonance that he felt between the promise of peace and violent reality of war around him.
The poem was put to music in 1872 but many of the references to the Civil War were removed. Since then, millions have both sang and listened to the song without knowing its true origin.
Support the effort to expand history education on PATREON: https://www.patreon.com/historyunderground
https://wn.com/Christmas_Bells_A_Poem_By_Henry_Wadsworth_Longfellow
"I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day" is a popular Christmas carol that has it's roots in the Civil War. Having lost his wife in a bizarre and tragic fire in 1861 and having learned of the wounding of his son in battle in 1863, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow sat down and wrote the poem, "Christmas Bells" after hearing the church bells ringing on Christmas Day. It captures the dissonance that he felt between the promise of peace and violent reality of war around him.
The poem was put to music in 1872 but many of the references to the Civil War were removed. Since then, millions have both sang and listened to the song without knowing its true origin.
Support the effort to expand history education on PATREON: https://www.patreon.com/historyunderground
- published: 24 Dec 2019
- views: 28875
1:39
Live Without Regret - My Lost Youth by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | Powerful Life Poetry
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- Duration: 1:39
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An excerpt from Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's My Lost Youth. It tends to take you down to the memory lane into your very own version of Portland, reminiscing abo...
An excerpt from Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's My Lost Youth. It tends to take you down to the memory lane into your very own version of Portland, reminiscing about the things which always seem just like yesterday yet too far away. While memories do tend to rekindle the past, the past nonetheless remains dead.
My Lost Youth
BY HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW
Often I think of the beautiful town
That is seated by the sea;
Often in thought go up and down
The pleasant streets of that dear old town,
And my youth comes back to me.
And a verse of a Lapland song
Is haunting my memory still:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."
I can see the shadowy lines of its trees,
And catch, in sudden gleams,
The sheen of the far-surrounding seas,
And islands that were the Hesperides
Of all my boyish dreams.
And the burden of that old song,
It murmurs and whispers still:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."
I remember the black wharves and the slips,
And the sea-tides tossing free;
And Spanish sailors with bearded lips,
And the beauty and mystery of the ships,
And the magic of the sea.
And the voice of that wayward song
Is singing and saying still:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."
I remember the bulwarks by the shore,
And the fort upon the hill;
The sunrise gun, with its hollow roar,
The drum-beat repeated o'er and o'er,
And the bugle wild and shrill.
And the music of that old song
Throbs in my memory still:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."
I remember the sea-fight far away,
How it thundered o'er the tide!
And the dead captains, as they lay
In their graves, o'erlooking the tranquil bay,
Where they in battle died.
And the sound of that mournful song
Goes through me with a thrill:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."
I can see the breezy dome of groves,
The shadows of Deering's Woods;
And the friendships old and the early loves
Come back with a Sabbath sound, as of doves
In quiet neighborhoods.
And the verse of that sweet old song,
It flutters and murmurs still:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."
I remember the gleams and glooms that dart
Across the school-boy's brain;
The song and the silence in the heart,
That in part are prophecies, and in part
Are longings wild and vain.
And the voice of that fitful song
Sings on, and is never still:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."
There are things of which I may not speak;
There are dreams that cannot die;
There are thoughts that make the strong heart weak,
And bring a pallor into the cheek,
And a mist before the eye.
And the words of that fatal song
Come over me like a chill:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."
Strange to me now are the forms I meet
When I visit the dear old town;
But the native air is pure and sweet,
And the trees that o'ershadow each well-known street,
As they balance up and down,
Are singing the beautiful song,
Are sighing and whispering still:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."
And Deering's Woods are fresh and fair,
And with joy that is almost pain
My heart goes back to wander there,
And among the dreams of the days that were,
I find my lost youth again.
And the strange and beautiful song,
The groves are repeating it still:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."
#poetry
https://wn.com/Live_Without_Regret_My_Lost_Youth_By_Henry_Wadsworth_Longfellow_|_Powerful_Life_Poetry
An excerpt from Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's My Lost Youth. It tends to take you down to the memory lane into your very own version of Portland, reminiscing about the things which always seem just like yesterday yet too far away. While memories do tend to rekindle the past, the past nonetheless remains dead.
My Lost Youth
BY HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW
Often I think of the beautiful town
That is seated by the sea;
Often in thought go up and down
The pleasant streets of that dear old town,
And my youth comes back to me.
And a verse of a Lapland song
Is haunting my memory still:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."
I can see the shadowy lines of its trees,
And catch, in sudden gleams,
The sheen of the far-surrounding seas,
And islands that were the Hesperides
Of all my boyish dreams.
And the burden of that old song,
It murmurs and whispers still:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."
I remember the black wharves and the slips,
And the sea-tides tossing free;
And Spanish sailors with bearded lips,
And the beauty and mystery of the ships,
And the magic of the sea.
And the voice of that wayward song
Is singing and saying still:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."
I remember the bulwarks by the shore,
And the fort upon the hill;
The sunrise gun, with its hollow roar,
The drum-beat repeated o'er and o'er,
And the bugle wild and shrill.
And the music of that old song
Throbs in my memory still:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."
I remember the sea-fight far away,
How it thundered o'er the tide!
And the dead captains, as they lay
In their graves, o'erlooking the tranquil bay,
Where they in battle died.
And the sound of that mournful song
Goes through me with a thrill:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."
I can see the breezy dome of groves,
The shadows of Deering's Woods;
And the friendships old and the early loves
Come back with a Sabbath sound, as of doves
In quiet neighborhoods.
And the verse of that sweet old song,
It flutters and murmurs still:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."
I remember the gleams and glooms that dart
Across the school-boy's brain;
The song and the silence in the heart,
That in part are prophecies, and in part
Are longings wild and vain.
And the voice of that fitful song
Sings on, and is never still:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."
There are things of which I may not speak;
There are dreams that cannot die;
There are thoughts that make the strong heart weak,
And bring a pallor into the cheek,
And a mist before the eye.
And the words of that fatal song
Come over me like a chill:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."
Strange to me now are the forms I meet
When I visit the dear old town;
But the native air is pure and sweet,
And the trees that o'ershadow each well-known street,
As they balance up and down,
Are singing the beautiful song,
Are sighing and whispering still:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."
And Deering's Woods are fresh and fair,
And with joy that is almost pain
My heart goes back to wander there,
And among the dreams of the days that were,
I find my lost youth again.
And the strange and beautiful song,
The groves are repeating it still:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."
#poetry
- published: 17 Oct 2022
- views: 23233
4:37
Henry W. Longfellow: At Home and in Print
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- Uploaded Date: 09 Sep 2021
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- published: 09 Sep 2021
- views: 7546
2:05
The Rainy Day - H. W. Longfellow (Powerful Life Poetry)
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- Duration: 2:05
- Uploaded Date: 17 Nov 2020
- views: 493464
Read by Shane Morris
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A poem for anyone going through a rough time right now.
#poem #sad #inspirational
Read by Shane Morris
-
A poem for anyone going through a rough time right now.
#poem #sad #inspirational
https://wn.com/The_Rainy_Day_H._W._Longfellow_(Powerful_Life_Poetry)
Read by Shane Morris
-
A poem for anyone going through a rough time right now.
#poem #sad #inspirational
- published: 17 Nov 2020
- views: 493464
5:18
The Day Is Done - Henry W. Longfellow (Powerful Life Poetry)
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- Duration: 5:18
- Uploaded Date: 01 Dec 2020
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The first video in our new Powerful Life Poetry series: The Day is Done by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Read by John Mydrim Ballantyne Davies.
About the poet:
H...
The first video in our new Powerful Life Poetry series: The Day is Done by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Read by John Mydrim Ballantyne Davies.
About the poet:
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 the first American to translate Dante Alighieri's Divine Comedy and was one of the Fireside Poets from New England. 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 had success overseas
Speaker: John Mydrim Ballantyne Davies
www.thevoice.wales
The Day Is Done
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1807-1882
The day is done, and the darkness
Falls from the wings of Night,
As a feather is wafted downward
From an eagle in his flight.
I see the lights of the village
Gleam through the rain and the mist,
And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me,
That my soul cannot resist:
A feeling of sadness and longing,
That is not akin to pain,
And resembles sorrow only
As the mist resembles the rain.
Come, read to me some poem,
Some simple and heartfelt lay,
That shall soothe this restless feeling,
And banish the thoughts of day.
Not from the grand old masters,
Not from the bards sublime,
Whose distant footsteps echo
Through the corridors of Time.
For, like strains of martial music,
Their mighty thoughts suggest
Life's endless toil and endeavor;
And to-night I long for rest.
Read from some humbler poet,
Whose songs gushed from his heart,
As showers from the clouds of summer,
Or tears from the eyelids start;
Who, through long days of labor,
And nights devoid of ease,
Still heard in his soul the music
Of wonderful melodies.
Such songs have power to quiet
The restless pulse of care,
And come like the benediction
That follows after prayer.
Then read from the treasured volume
The poem of thy choice,
And lend to the rhyme of the poet
The beauty of thy voice.
And the night shall be filled with music
And the cares that infest the day,
Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,
And as silently steal away.
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The first video in our new Powerful Life Poetry series: The Day is Done by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Read by John Mydrim Ballantyne Davies.
About the poet:
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 the first American to translate Dante Alighieri's Divine Comedy and was one of the Fireside Poets from New England. 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 had success overseas
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The Day Is Done
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1807-1882
The day is done, and the darkness
Falls from the wings of Night,
As a feather is wafted downward
From an eagle in his flight.
I see the lights of the village
Gleam through the rain and the mist,
And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me,
That my soul cannot resist:
A feeling of sadness and longing,
That is not akin to pain,
And resembles sorrow only
As the mist resembles the rain.
Come, read to me some poem,
Some simple and heartfelt lay,
That shall soothe this restless feeling,
And banish the thoughts of day.
Not from the grand old masters,
Not from the bards sublime,
Whose distant footsteps echo
Through the corridors of Time.
For, like strains of martial music,
Their mighty thoughts suggest
Life's endless toil and endeavor;
And to-night I long for rest.
Read from some humbler poet,
Whose songs gushed from his heart,
As showers from the clouds of summer,
Or tears from the eyelids start;
Who, through long days of labor,
And nights devoid of ease,
Still heard in his soul the music
Of wonderful melodies.
Such songs have power to quiet
The restless pulse of care,
And come like the benediction
That follows after prayer.
Then read from the treasured volume
The poem of thy choice,
And lend to the rhyme of the poet
The beauty of thy voice.
And the night shall be filled with music
And the cares that infest the day,
Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,
And as silently steal away.
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T&H also films and releases original interviews with iconic people who have experienced successes, while also persevering through life's highs and lows. We look forward to sharing more of these perspectives and insights.
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A Psalm of Life - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | Powerful Life Poetry
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Life is unpredictable; we are here today and come tomorrow will be gone forever. However, despite the fickle nature of our existence, we must strive to be the b...
Life is unpredictable; we are here today and come tomorrow will be gone forever. However, despite the fickle nature of our existence, we must strive to be the best we can be and face all the difficulties life throws at us head-on.
A Psalm of Life by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
What The Heart Of The Young Man Said To The Psalmist.
Read by: Tom O' Bedlam
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!
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;
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
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!
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
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,
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,
Learn to labor and to wait.
#poetry #motivation
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Life is unpredictable; we are here today and come tomorrow will be gone forever. However, despite the fickle nature of our existence, we must strive to be the best we can be and face all the difficulties life throws at us head-on.
A Psalm of Life by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
What The Heart Of The Young Man Said To The Psalmist.
Read by: Tom O' Bedlam
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!
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;
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
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!
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
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,
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,
Learn to labor and to wait.
#poetry #motivation
- published: 09 Jul 2022
- views: 20039
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The life of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was a commanding figure in the cultural life of nineteenth-cent...
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The life of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The life of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was a commanding figure in the cultural life of nineteenth-century America. Born in Portland, Maine, in 1807, he became a national literary figure by the 1850s, and a world- famous personality by the time of his death in 1882.
He was a traveler, a linguist, and a romantic who identified with the great traditions of European literature and thought. At the same time, he was rooted in American life and history, which charged his imagination with untried themes and made him ambitious for success.
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A Psalm of Life - H. W. Longfellow (Powerful Life Poetry)
Read by Tom O'bedlam
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was an American poet and writer who was revered for his lyric poetry, which often presented stories of mythology and legend. He became one of the most popular American poets of his day and had much success overseas.
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The Day is Done by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | Powerful Life Poetry
As darkness descends, it evocates the burdens of the past. Cornered, the soul looks for an...
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As darkness descends, it evocates the burdens of the past. Cornered, the soul looks for an escape. What else can then bring contentment to a gloomy heart but poetic verses? Verses that pierce through the pain, shedding the worries of the day.
The Day is Done by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW
Read by: Tom O' Bedlam
The day is done, and the darkness
Falls from the wings of Night,
As a feather is wafted downward
From an eagle in his flight.
I see the lights of the village
Gleam through the rain and the mist,
And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me
That my soul cannot resist:
A feeling of sadness and longing,
That is not akin to pain,
And resembles sorrow only
As the mist resembles the rain.
Come, read to me some poem,
Some simple and heartfelt lay,
That shall soothe this restless feeling,
And banish the thoughts of day.
Not from the grand old masters,
Not from the bards sublime,
Whose distant footsteps echo
Through the corridors of Time.
For, like strains of martial music,
Their mighty thoughts suggest
Life's endless toil and endeavor;
And to-night I long for rest.
Read from some humbler poet,
Whose songs gushed from his heart,
As showers from the clouds of summer,
Or tears from the eyelids start;
Who, through long days of labor,
And nights devoid of ease,
Still heard in his soul the music
Of wonderful melodies.
Such songs have power to quiet
The restless pulse of care,
And come like the benediction
That follows after prayer.
Then read from the treasured volume
The poem of thy choice,
And lend to the rhyme of the poet
The beauty of thy voice.
And the night shall be filled with music,
And the cares, that infest the day,
Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,
And as silently steal away.
#poetry #inspiration
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Who was Henry Wadsworth Longfellow?
An introduction to Longfellow's life and career. The first lecture in a series of videos a...
published: 06 Sep 2022
Who was Henry Wadsworth Longfellow?
Who was Henry Wadsworth Longfellow?
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An introduction to Longfellow's life and career. The first lecture in a series of videos about my new book, The Heroines of Henry Longfellow. For hardback and ebook, see: https://www.amazon.com/Heroines-Henry-Longfellow-Domestic-Defiant/dp/1666913065/ref=sr_1_1?crid=3M54KTJLMBI7T&keywords=Timothy+bartel&qid=1662481732&sprefix=timothy+bartel%2Caps%2C104&sr=8-1
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Christmas Bells: a poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
"I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day" is a popular Christmas carol that has it's roots in t...
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Christmas Bells: a poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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"I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day" is a popular Christmas carol that has it's roots in the Civil War. Having lost his wife in a bizarre and tragic fire in 1861 and having learned of the wounding of his son in battle in 1863, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow sat down and wrote the poem, "Christmas Bells" after hearing the church bells ringing on Christmas Day. It captures the dissonance that he felt between the promise of peace and violent reality of war around him.
The poem was put to music in 1872 but many of the references to the Civil War were removed. Since then, millions have both sang and listened to the song without knowing its true origin.
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Live Without Regret - My Lost Youth by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | Powerful Life Poetry
An excerpt from Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's My Lost Youth. It tends to take you down to t...
published: 17 Oct 2022
Live Without Regret - My Lost Youth by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | Powerful Life Poetry
Live Without Regret - My Lost Youth by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | Powerful Life Poetry
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An excerpt from Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's My Lost Youth. It tends to take you down to the memory lane into your very own version of Portland, reminiscing about the things which always seem just like yesterday yet too far away. While memories do tend to rekindle the past, the past nonetheless remains dead.
My Lost Youth
BY HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW
Often I think of the beautiful town
That is seated by the sea;
Often in thought go up and down
The pleasant streets of that dear old town,
And my youth comes back to me.
And a verse of a Lapland song
Is haunting my memory still:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."
I can see the shadowy lines of its trees,
And catch, in sudden gleams,
The sheen of the far-surrounding seas,
And islands that were the Hesperides
Of all my boyish dreams.
And the burden of that old song,
It murmurs and whispers still:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."
I remember the black wharves and the slips,
And the sea-tides tossing free;
And Spanish sailors with bearded lips,
And the beauty and mystery of the ships,
And the magic of the sea.
And the voice of that wayward song
Is singing and saying still:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."
I remember the bulwarks by the shore,
And the fort upon the hill;
The sunrise gun, with its hollow roar,
The drum-beat repeated o'er and o'er,
And the bugle wild and shrill.
And the music of that old song
Throbs in my memory still:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."
I remember the sea-fight far away,
How it thundered o'er the tide!
And the dead captains, as they lay
In their graves, o'erlooking the tranquil bay,
Where they in battle died.
And the sound of that mournful song
Goes through me with a thrill:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."
I can see the breezy dome of groves,
The shadows of Deering's Woods;
And the friendships old and the early loves
Come back with a Sabbath sound, as of doves
In quiet neighborhoods.
And the verse of that sweet old song,
It flutters and murmurs still:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."
I remember the gleams and glooms that dart
Across the school-boy's brain;
The song and the silence in the heart,
That in part are prophecies, and in part
Are longings wild and vain.
And the voice of that fitful song
Sings on, and is never still:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."
There are things of which I may not speak;
There are dreams that cannot die;
There are thoughts that make the strong heart weak,
And bring a pallor into the cheek,
And a mist before the eye.
And the words of that fatal song
Come over me like a chill:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."
Strange to me now are the forms I meet
When I visit the dear old town;
But the native air is pure and sweet,
And the trees that o'ershadow each well-known street,
As they balance up and down,
Are singing the beautiful song,
Are sighing and whispering still:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."
And Deering's Woods are fresh and fair,
And with joy that is almost pain
My heart goes back to wander there,
And among the dreams of the days that were,
I find my lost youth again.
And the strange and beautiful song,
The groves are repeating it still:
"A boy's will is the wind's will,
And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts."
#poetry
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Henry W. Longfellow: At Home and in Print
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Henry W. Longfellow: At Home and in Print
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The Rainy Day - H. W. Longfellow (Powerful Life Poetry)
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A poem for anyone going through a rough time right now.
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The Day Is Done - Henry W. Longfellow (Powerful Life Poetry)
The first video in our new Powerful Life Poetry series: The Day is Done by Henry Wadsworth...
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The first video in our new Powerful Life Poetry series: The Day is Done by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Read by John Mydrim Ballantyne Davies.
About the poet:
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 the first American to translate Dante Alighieri's Divine Comedy and was one of the Fireside Poets from New England. 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 had success overseas
Speaker: John Mydrim Ballantyne Davies
www.thevoice.wales
The Day Is Done
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1807-1882
The day is done, and the darkness
Falls from the wings of Night,
As a feather is wafted downward
From an eagle in his flight.
I see the lights of the village
Gleam through the rain and the mist,
And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me,
That my soul cannot resist:
A feeling of sadness and longing,
That is not akin to pain,
And resembles sorrow only
As the mist resembles the rain.
Come, read to me some poem,
Some simple and heartfelt lay,
That shall soothe this restless feeling,
And banish the thoughts of day.
Not from the grand old masters,
Not from the bards sublime,
Whose distant footsteps echo
Through the corridors of Time.
For, like strains of martial music,
Their mighty thoughts suggest
Life's endless toil and endeavor;
And to-night I long for rest.
Read from some humbler poet,
Whose songs gushed from his heart,
As showers from the clouds of summer,
Or tears from the eyelids start;
Who, through long days of labor,
And nights devoid of ease,
Still heard in his soul the music
Of wonderful melodies.
Such songs have power to quiet
The restless pulse of care,
And come like the benediction
That follows after prayer.
Then read from the treasured volume
The poem of thy choice,
And lend to the rhyme of the poet
The beauty of thy voice.
And the night shall be filled with music
And the cares that infest the day,
Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs,
And as silently steal away.
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T&H also films and releases original interviews with iconic people who have experienced successes, while also persevering through life's highs and lows. We look forward to sharing more of these perspectives and insights.
Our hope with these videos is to push your thinking. As Alan Watts said “No one is more dangerously insane than one who is sane all the time: he is like a steel bridge without flexibility, and the order of his life is rigid and brittle.” – Alan Watts.
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A Psalm of Life - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | Powerful Life Poetry
Life is unpredictable; we are here today and come tomorrow will be gone forever. However, ...
published: 09 Jul 2022
A Psalm of Life - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | Powerful Life Poetry
A Psalm of Life - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | Powerful Life Poetry
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Life is unpredictable; we are here today and come tomorrow will be gone forever. However, despite the fickle nature of our existence, we must strive to be the best we can be and face all the difficulties life throws at us head-on.
A Psalm of Life by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
What The Heart Of The Young Man Said To The Psalmist.
Read by: Tom O' Bedlam
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!
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;
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
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!
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
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,
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,
Learn to labor and to wait.
#poetry #motivation
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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 was born in Portland, Maine, which was then a part of Massachusetts. He studied at Bowdoin College. After spending time in Europe he became a professor at Bowdoin and, later, at Harvard College. His first major poetry collections were Voices of the Night (1839) and Ballads and Other Poems (1841). Longfellow retired from teaching in 1854, to focus on his writing, living the remainder of his life in Cambridge, Massachusetts, in a former Revolutionary War headquarters of George Washington. His first wife Mary Potter died in 1835, after a miscarriage. His second wife Frances Appleton died in 1861, after sustaining burns when her dress caught fire. After her death, Longfellow had difficulty writing poetry for a time and focused on translating works from foreign languages. He died in 1882.
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