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By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me. The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet.
Mar 27, 2021 · HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW (From the PUBLISHER’S NOTE: “The present Household Edition of Mr. Longfellow’s Poetical Writings . . . contains all his original verse that he wished to preserve, and all his translations except the Divina Commedia. The poems are printed as nearly as possible in chronological order . . .
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was born in Portland, Maine, on February 27, 1807, into an established New England family. As the son of a prominent lawyer, Henry was expected to have a similar profession as an adult. He attended Portland Academy and then Bowdoin College, in Maine, graduating in 1825.
Jun 1, 1998 · Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth, 1807-1882. Title. The Complete Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. Credits. Don Lainson and David Widger. Language. English. LoC Class. PS: Language and Literatures: American and Canadian literature.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was one of the most popular and influential American poets of the nineteenth century. Longfellow (1807-82) is best-known for The Song of Hiawatha , and for growing a beard to hide the marks of a family tragedy , but he also wrote many other celebrated poems.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was America's most beloved nineteenth century poet and is an integral part of our culture today. In his best known poems, Longfellow created myths and classic epics from American historical events and materials — Native American oral history ("The Song of Hiawatha"), the diaspora of Acadians (Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie), and the first battle of the Revolutionary War ("Paul Revere's Ride").
Nature. By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. As a fond mother, when the day is o'er, Leads by the hand her little child to bed, Half willing, half reluctant to be led, And leave his broken playthings on the floor, Still gazing at them through the open door, Nor wholly reassured and comforted. By promises of others in their stead,
