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Biography of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807 - 1882)

Probably one of the best loved American poets the world over is Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Many of his lines are as familiar to us as rhymes from Mother Goose or the words of nursery songs learned in early childhood. Like these rhymes and melodies, they remain in the memory and accompany us through life.

There are two reasons for the popularity and significance of Longfellow's poetry. First, he had the gift of easy rhyme. He wrote poetry as a bird sings, with natural grace and melody. Read or heard once or twice, his rhyme and meters cling to the mind long after the sense may be forgotten.

Second, Longfellow wrote on obvious themes which appeal to all kinds of people. His poems are easily understood; they sing their way into the consciousness of those who read them. Above all, there is a joyousness in them, a spirit of optimism and faith in the goodness of life which evokes immediate response in the emotions of his readers.

Americans owe a great debt to Longfellow because he was among the first of American writers to use native themes. He wrote about the American scene andlandscape, the American Indian ('Song of Hiawatha'), and American history and tradition ('The Courtship of Miles Standish', 'Evangeline'). At the beginning of the 19th century, America was a stumbling babe as far as a culture of its own was concerned. The people of America had spent their years and their energies in carving a habitation out of the wilderness and in fighting for independence. Literature, art, and music came mainly from Europe and especially from England. Nothing was considered worthy of attention unless it came from Europe.

But "the flowering of New England," as Van Wyck Brooks terms the period from 1815 to 1865, took place in Longfellow's day, and he made a great contribution to it. He lived when giants walked the New England earth, giants of intellect and feeling who established the New Land as a source of greatness. Nathaniel Hawthorne, Ralph Waldo Emerson, Henry David Thoreau, Oliver Wendell Holmes, and William Prescott were a few of the great minds and spirits among whom Longfellow took his place as a singer and as a representative of America.

The first Longfellow came to America in 1676 from Yorkshire, England. Among the ancestors of the poet on his mother's side were John and Priscilla Alden, of whom he wrote in 'The Courtship of Miles Standish'. His mother's father, Peleg Wadsworth, had been a general in the Revolutionary War. His own father was a lawyer. The Longfellow home represented the graceful living which was beginning to characterize the age.

Henry was the son of Stephen Longfellow and Zilpah Wadsworth Longfellow. He was born February 27, 1807, in Portland, Maine. Portland was a seaport, and this gave its citizens a breadth of view lacking in the more insular New England towns. The variety of people and the activity of the harbors stirred the mind of the boy and gave him a curiosity about life beyond his own immediate experience. He was sent to school when he was only three years old. When he was six, the following report of him was received at home: "Master Henry Longfellow is one of the best boys we have in school. He spells and reads very well. He can also add and multiply numbers. His conduct last quarter was very correct and amiable."

From the beginning, it was evident that this boy was to be drawn to writing and the sound of words. His mother read aloud to him and his brothers and sisters the high romance of Ossian, the legendary Gaelic hero. Cervantes' 'Don Quixote' was a favorite among the books he read. But the book which influenced him most was Washington Irving's 'Sketch Book'. Irving was another American author for whom the native legend and landscape were sources of inspiration.

"Every reader has his first book," wrote Longfellow later. "I mean to say, one book among all others which in early youth first fascinates his imagination, and at once excites and satisfies the desires of his mind. To me, the first book was the 'Sketch Book' of Washington Irving."

Longfellow's father was eager to have his son become a lawyer. But when Henry was a senior at Bowdoin College at 19, the college established a chair of modern languages. The recent graduate was asked to become the first professor, with the understanding that he should be given a period of time in which to trave land study in Europe.

In May of 1826, the fair-haired youth with the azure blue eyes set out for Europe to turn himself into a scholar and a linguist. He had letters of introduction to men of note in England and France, but he had his own idea of how to travel. Between conferences with important people and courses in the universities, Longfellow walked through the countries. He stopped at small inns and cottages, talking to peasants, farmers, traders, his silver flute in his pocket as a passport to friendship. He travelled in Spain, Italy, France, Germany, and England, and returned to America in 1829. At 22, he was launched into his career as a college professor. He had to prepare his own texts, because at that time none were available.

Much tribute is due him as a teacher. Just as he served America in making the world conscious of its legend and tradition, so he opened to his students and to the American people the literary heritage of Europe. He created in them the new consciousness of the literature of Spain, France, Italy, and especially writings from the German, Nordic, and Icelandic cultures.

In 1831, he married Mary Storer Potter, whom he had known as a schoolmate. When he saw her at church upon his return to Portland, he was so struck by her beauty that he followed her home without courage enough to speak to her. With his wife, he settled down in a house surrounded by elm trees. He expended his energies on translations from Old World literature and contributed travel sketches to the New England Magazine, in addition to serving as a professorand a librarian at Bowdoin.

In 1834, he was appointed to a professorship at Harvard and once more set out for Europe by way of preparation. This time his young wife accompanied him. The journey ended in tragedy. In Rotterdam, his wife died, and Longfellow came alone to Cambridge and the new professorship. The lonely Longfellow took a room at historic Craigie House, an old house overlooking the Charles River. It was owned by Mrs. Craigie, an eccentric woman who kept much to herself and was somewhat scornful of the young men to whom she let rooms. But she read widely and well, and her library contained complete sets of Voltaire and other French masters. Longfellow entered the beautiful old elm-encircled house as a lodger, not knowing that this was to be his home for the rest of his life. In time, it passed into the possession of Nathan Appleton. Seven years after he came to Cambridge, Longfellow married Frances Appleton, daughter of Nathan Appleton, and Craigie House was given to the Longfellows as a wedding gift.

Meantime, in the seven intervening years, he remained a rather romantic figure in Cambridge, with his flowing hair and his yellow gloves and flowered waistcoats. He worked, however, with great determination and industry, publishing 'Hyperion', a prose romance that foreshadowed his love for Frances Appleton, and 'Voices of the Night', his first book of poems. He journeyed again to Europe, wrote 'The Spanish Student', and took his stand with the abolitionists, returning to be married in 1843.

The marriage was a happy one, and the Longfellow house became the center of life in the University town. The old Craigie House was a shrine of hospitality and gracious living. The young people of Cambridge flocked there to play with the five Longfellow children - two boys, and the three girls whom the poet describes in 'The Children's Hour' as "grave Alice and laughing Allegra and Edith with golden hair."

From his friend Nathaniel Hawthorne, Longfellow got a brief outline of a story from which he composed one of his most favorite poems, 'Evangeline'. The original story had Evangeline wandering about New England in search of her bridegroom. Longfellow extended her journey through Louisiana and the western wilderness. She finds Gabriel, at last, dying in Philadelphia.

'Evangeline' was published in 1847 and was widely acclaimed. Longfellow began to feel that his work as a teacher was a hindrance to his own writing. In 1854, he resigned from Harvard and with a great sense of freedom gave himself entirely to the joyous task of his own poetic writing. In June of that year, he began 'The Song of Hiawatha'. Henry Schoolcraft's book on Indians and several meetings with an Ojibway chief provided the background for 'Hiawatha'. The long poem begins with Gitche Matino, the Great Spirit, commanding his people to live in peace and tells how Hiawatha is born. It ends with the coming of the white man and Hiawatha's death.

The publication of 'Hiawatha' caused the greatest excitement. For the first time in American literature, Indian themes gained recognition as sources of imagination, power, and originality. The appeal of 'Hiawatha' for generations of children and young people gives it an enduring place in world literature.

The gracious tale of John Alden and Priscilla came next to the poet's mind, and 'The Courtship of Miles Standish' was published in 1858. It is a work which reflects the ease with which he wrote and the pleasure and enjoyment he derived from his skill. Twenty-five thousand copies were sold during the first week of its publication, and 10,000 were ordered in London on the first day of publication.

In 1861, the happy life of the family came to an end. Longfellow's wife died of burns she received when packages of her children's curls, which she wassealing with matches and wax, burst into flame. Longfellow faced the bitterest tragedy of his life. He found some solace in the task of translating Dante into English and went to Europe for a change of scene. The years following were filled with honors. He was given honorary degrees at the great universities of Oxford and Cambridge, invited to Windsor by Queen Victoria, and called by request upon the Prince of Wales. He was chosen a member of the Russian Academy of Sciences and of the Spanish Academy.

When it became necessary to remove "the spreading chestnut tree" of Brattle Street, which Longfellow had written about in his 'Village Blacksmith', the children of Cambridge gave their pennies to build a chair out of the tree and gave it to Longfellow. He died on March 24, 1882. "Of all the suns of the New England morning," says Van Wyck Brooks, "he was the largest in his golden sweetness."



136 Poems written by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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First LineComments
"Speak! speak I thou fearful guest Comments and analysis of The Skeleton in Armor by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 110 Comments
No hay pajaros en los nidos de antano. Comments and analysis of It is not Always May by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 9 Comments
A mist was driving down the British Channel, Comments and analysis of The Warden of the Cinque Ports by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 2 Comments
A vision as of crowded city streets,
After so long an absence Comments and analysis of The Meeting by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 30 Comments
An old man in a lodge within a park;
As a fond mother, when the day is o'er, Comments and analysis of Nature by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 27 Comments
As a pale phantom with a lamp Comments and analysis of Moonlight by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 49 Comments
Beside the ungathered rice he lay, Comments and analysis of THE SLAVE'S DREAM by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 49 Comments
Between the dark and the daylight, Comments and analysis of The Children's Hour by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 88 Comments
Beware! The Israelite of old, who tore Comments and analysis of THE WARNING by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 3 Comments
Black shadows fall Comments and analysis of Birds Of Passage by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 28 Comments
Blind Bartimeus at the gates Comments and analysis of Blind Bartimeus by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 9 Comments
By the shore of Gitche Gumee, Comments and analysis of Hiawatha's Departure by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 48 Comments
Can it be the sun descending Comments and analysis of The Son Of The Evening Star by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 7 Comments
Come to me, O ye children! Comments and analysis of Children by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 30 Comments
Dear child! how radiant on thy mother's knee,
DEVEREUX FARM, NEAR MARBLEHEAD. Comments and analysis of The Fire of Drift-wood by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 1 Comment
Downward through the evening twilight, Comments and analysis of Hiawatha's Childhood by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 120 Comments
et plus profonde, ou l'interet et l'avarice parlent moins haut Comments and analysis of THE NORMAN BARON by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 7 Comments
Far and wide among the nations Comments and analysis of The Death Of Kwasind by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 11 Comments
Filled is Life's goblet to the brim; Comments and analysis of The Goblet of Life by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 66 Comments
Forth upon the Gitche Gumee, Comments and analysis of Hiawatha's Fishing by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 17 Comments
From the outskirts of the town, Comments and analysis of Changed by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 2 Comments
Full of wrath was Hiawatha
Gloomy and dark art thou, O chief of the mighty Omahas; Comments and analysis of TO THE DRIVING CLOUD by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 16 Comments
Half of my life is gone, and I have let Comments and analysis of MEZZO CAMMIN by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 29 Comments
Heard a voice, that cried, Comments and analysis of Tegner's Drapa by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 4 Comments
How beautiful is the rain! Comments and analysis of RAIN IN SUMMER by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 29 Comments
How cold are thy baths, Apollo! Comments and analysis of Jugurtha by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 11 Comments
How strange it seems! These Hebrews in their graves, Comments and analysis of The Jewish Cemetery at Newport by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 2 Comments
I am poor and old and blind;
I am the God Thor, Comments and analysis of The Challenge of Thor by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 4 Comments
I have read, in some old, marvellous tale, Comments and analysis of The Beleaguered City by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 1 Comment
I heard the trailing garments of the Night Comments and analysis of Hymn to the Night by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 59 Comments
I like that ancient Saxon phrase, which calls Comments and analysis of God's-Acre by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 2 Comments
I pace the sounding sea-beach and behold
I saw, as in a dream sublime,
I shot an arrow into the air, Comments and analysis of THE ARROW AND THE SONG by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 179 Comments
I stand beneath the tree, whose branches shade Comments and analysis of St. John's, Cambridge by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 1 Comment
I stood on the bridge at midnight, Comments and analysis of THE BRIDGE by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 13 Comments
I stood upon the hills, when heaven's wide arch Comments and analysis of Sunrise on the Hills by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 59 Comments
I. Comments and analysis of CURFEW by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 57 Comments
In broad daylight, and at noon, Comments and analysis of Daylight and Moonlight by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 1 Comment
In dark fens of the Dismal Swamp Comments and analysis of THE SLAVE IN THE DISMAL SWAMP by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 73 Comments
In his lodge beside a river, Comments and analysis of The White Man's Foot by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 9 Comments
In Ocean's wide domains, Comments and analysis of THE WITNESSES by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 4 Comments
In that desolate land and lone, Comments and analysis of The Revenge of Rain-in-the-Face by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 1 Comment
In the ancient town of Bruges,
In the long, sleepless watches of the night, Comments and analysis of The Cross of Snow by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 76 Comments
In the market-place of Bruges stands the belfry old and brown;
In the valley of the Pegnitz, where across broad meadow-lands Comments and analysis of NUREMBERG by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 1 Comment
In those days said Hiawatha, Comments and analysis of Picture-Writing by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 12 Comments
In those days the Evil Spirits, Comments and analysis of Hiawatha's Lamentation by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 5 Comments
INSCRIPTION FOR AN ANTIQUE PITCHER Comments and analysis of DRINKING SONG by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 32 Comments
It is autumn; not without Comments and analysis of Autumn Within by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 2 Comments
It was the schooner Hesperus, Comments and analysis of The Wreck of the Hesperus by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 135 Comments
January Comments and analysis of The Poet's Calendar by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 5 Comments
L'eternite est une pendule, dont le balancier dit et redit sans Comments and analysis of THE OLD CLOCK ON THE STAIRS by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 21 Comments
Labor with what zeal we will,
Listen my children and you shall hear Comments and analysis of The Landlord's Tale; Paul Revere's Ride by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 69 Comments
Lo! in the painted oriel of the West, Comments and analysis of THE EVENING STAR by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 40 Comments
Loud he sang the psalm of David! Comments and analysis of THE SLAVE SINGING AT MIDNIGHT by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 6 Comments
Maiden! with the meek, brown eyes, Comments and analysis of Maidenhood by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 5 Comments
Never stoops the soaring vulture Comments and analysis of The Ghosts by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 7 Comments
O sweet illusions of song
O ye dead Poets, who are living still Comments and analysis of The Poets by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 1 Comment
Oft have I seen at some cathedral door Comments and analysis of Divina Commedia by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 2 Comments
Oft I remember those I have known Comments and analysis of Memories by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 2 Comments
Often I think of the beautiful town Comments and analysis of My Lost Youth by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 16 Comments
Oh the long and dreary Winter! Comments and analysis of The Famine by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 69 Comments
On sunny slope and beechen swell,
On the Mountains of the Prairie, Comments and analysis of The Peace-Pipe by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 3 Comments
On the shores of Gitche Gumee, Comments and analysis of Hiawatha And The Pearl-Feather by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 27 Comments
One day, Haroun Al Raschid read Comments and analysis of Haroun Al Raschid by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 52 Comments
Out of childhood into manhood Comments and analysis of Hiawatha And Mudjekeewis by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 12 Comments
Out of the bosom of the Air, Comments and analysis of Snow-Flakes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 4 Comments
Pleasant it was, when woods were green,
PRELUDE. Comments and analysis of Voices Of the Night by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 13 Comments
River! that in silence windest Comments and analysis of To the River Charles by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 3 Comments
She dwells by Great Kenhawa's side,
Short of stature, large of limb,
Should you ask me, Comments and analysis of Introduction To The Song Of Hiawatha by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 6 Comments
Sing, O Song of Hiawatha, Comments and analysis of Blessing The Cornfields by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 42 Comments
Southward with fleet of ice Comments and analysis of Sir Humphrey Gilbert by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 7 Comments
Spake full well, in language quaint and olden, Comments and analysis of Flowers by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 1 Comment
Tempora labuntur, tacitisque senescimus annis, Comments and analysis of Morituri Salutamus: Poem for the Fiftieth Anniversary by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 3 Comments
The day is cold, and dark, and dreary Comments and analysis of The Rainy Day by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 128 Comments
The day is done, and the darkness Comments and analysis of The Day is Done by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 96 Comments
The day is ending, Comments and analysis of AFTERNOON IN FEBRUARY by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 15 Comments
The holiest of all holidays are those Comments and analysis of Holidays by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 3 Comments
The night is come, but not too soon; Comments and analysis of The Light of Stars by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 67 Comments
The pages of thy book I read,
The rising moon has hid the stars; Comments and analysis of Endymion by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 8 Comments
The sea awoke at midnight from its sleep, Comments and analysis of The Sound of the Sea by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 2 Comments
The shades of night were falling fast, Comments and analysis of Excelsior by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 103 Comments
The Slaver in the broad lagoon Comments and analysis of THE QUADROON GIRL by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 78 Comments
The summer sun is sinking low;
The young Endymion sleeps Endymion's sleep; Comments and analysis of Keats by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 7 Comments
There is a quiet spirit in these woods, Comments and analysis of The Spirit of Poetry by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 11 Comments
There is a Reaper, whose name is Death, Comments and analysis of The Reaper and the Flowers by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 106 Comments
This is the Arsenal. From floor to ceiling, Comments and analysis of THE ARSENAL AT SPRINGFIELD by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 5 Comments
This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Comments and analysis of Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 12 Comments
This is the place. Stand still, my steed, Comments and analysis of A GLEAM OF SUNSHINE by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 1 Comment
Thou comest, Autumn, heralded by the rain, Comments and analysis of AUTUMN by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 65 Comments
Thou comest, Autumn, heralded by the rain, Comments and analysis of AUTUMN by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 9 Comments
Three Kings came riding from far away,
To Alfred Tennyson
Tuscan, that wanderest through the realms of gloom, Comments and analysis of DANTE by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 2 Comments
Two good friends had Hiawatha, Comments and analysis of Hiawatha's Friends by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 25 Comments
Under a spreading chestnut-tree Comments and analysis of The Village Blacksmith by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 304 Comments
Viswamitra the Magician, Comments and analysis of King Trisanku by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 13 Comments
Vogelweid the Minnesinger, Comments and analysis of WALTER VON DER VOGELWEID by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 6 Comments
Welcome, my old friend,
What an image of peace and rest Comments and analysis of Old St David's at Radnor by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 36 Comments
What phantom is this that appears
WHAT THE HEART OF THE YOUNG MAN SAID TO THE PSALMIST. Comments and analysis of A Psalm of Life by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 182 Comments
When descends on the Atlantic Comments and analysis of Seaweed by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 1 Comment
When I compare Comments and analysis of Loss And Gain by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 50 Comments
When the dying flame of day Comments and analysis of Hymn of the Moravian Nuns of Bethlehem at the Consecration of Pulaski's Banner by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 2 Comments
When the hours of Day are numbered, Comments and analysis of Footsteps of Angels by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 8 Comments
When the summer fields are mown, Comments and analysis of Aftermath by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 1 Comment
When the warm sun, that brings Comments and analysis of An April Day by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 4 Comments
When winter winds are piercing chill, Comments and analysis of Woods in Winter by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 61 Comments
With favoring winds, o'er sunlit seas, Comments and analysis of Ultima Thule: Dedication to G. W. G. by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 21 Comments
X. Hiawatha's Wooing Comments and analysis of The Song of Hiawatha: X by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 38 Comments
Ye voices, that arose Comments and analysis of L'Envoi by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 3 Comments
Yes, the Year is growing old, Comments and analysis of Midnight Mass for the Dying Year by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 2 Comments
You shall hear how Hiawatha Comments and analysis of Hiawatha's Fasting by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 45 Comments
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis, Comments and analysis of Pau-Puk-Keewis by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 11 Comments
You shall hear how Pau-Puk-Keewis, Comments and analysis of Hiawatha's Wedding-Feast by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 11 Comments
"As unto the bow the cord is, Comments and analysis of Hiawatha's Wooing by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 6 Comments
"Build me straight, O worthy Master! Comments and analysis of The Building of the Ship by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 12 Comments
"Give me of your bark, O Birch-tree! Comments and analysis of Hiawatha's Sailing by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 52 Comments
"Honor be to Mudjekeewis!" Comments and analysis of The Four Winds by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 8 Comments
"I heard the bells on Christmas Day Comments and analysis of Christmas Bells by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 9 Comments


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