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.
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,Featured Shared Story
My deceased husband introduced me to this poem 55 years ago, and I've always considered it a great gift.
I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.Featured Shared Story
When I was a boy, my mother would read poetry and classic literature to me before I was even old enough to attend school. Longfellow's "The Arrow and the Song" was one I easily memorized, and...
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I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet
The words repeatFeatured Shared Story
It's wonderful. I love how he added that he believes in God. Best poem ever.
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....
9 Most Popular Poems by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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