O gift of God! O perfect day:
Whereon shall no man work, but play;
Whereon it is enough for me,
Not to be doing, but to be!
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
About Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was born on February 27, 1807, in Portland, Maine. His father served in Congress and his grandfather was a Revolutionary War hero. He attended the Portland Academy and Bowdoin College, where he developed a love of storytelling and a passion for reading. The Bowdoin board of trustees, impressed with Longfellow's academic prowess, awarded him a grant that he used to study languages in Europe from 1825, his graduation year, to 1829. Upon returning he took a teaching position at the college and married Mary Storer Potter in 1831.
Two years later, he published his first book, a memoir of his adventures abroad, titled Outre Mer. Longfellow then embarked on a second trip to Europe with Mary in 1835, but his wife died abruptly, leaving the poet in an deep state of grief. He stayed in Germany for a year after her death, lost in Romantic poetry which went on to influence his subsequent work. He returned to the United States in 1837 and began teaching at Harvard College. In 1839 he published his first collection of poetry, Voices of the Night, as well as another prose work, Hyperion, both of which were highly acclaimed and obviously inspired by the German poet Goethe. After the publication of Ballads and Other Poems (1841), Longfellow married Frances Appleton in 1843, an event that renewed his happiness and revived his creativity. The couple had six children.
Longfellow published abundantly for the rest of his life, including Evangeline (1847), The Song of Hiawatha (1855), The Courtship of Miles Standish and Other Poems (1858), and Tales of a Wayside Inn (1863). He resigned from his teaching position at Harvard in 1854 in order to focus more intently on his writing, and for a time the poet's life continued normally and happily. However, in 1861, Appleton's dress accidentally caught fire and she died the following day, throwing Longfellow once again into a deep grieving period during which he published nothing.
In 1867, Longfellow printed his translation of Dante's Divine Comedy and returned to the realm of literature. His own works were, at the time, being translated worldwide and he was considered to be one of the greatest American poets. He continued publishing poetry and prose, as well as an extensive analysis of the history of Christianity. Longfellow died on March 24, 1882, in Cambridge, Massachusetts at the age of 75.
O gift of God! O perfect day:
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,Featured Shared Story
I was born in a village away from the busy city. My village was blessed with many natural resources like streams, mountains, and small scale waterfalls. Most of the villagers were farmers....
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.Featured Shared Story
Beautifully written...loved every word of it. So pure and wonderful!
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.Featured Shared Story
My deceased husband introduced me to this poem 55 years ago, and I've always considered it a great gift.
Poems by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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