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    The Children's Own Longfellow

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    Release dateNov 27, 2013
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    Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

    Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882) was an American poet. Born in Portland, Maine, Longfellow excelled in reading and writing from a young age, becoming fluent in Latin as an adolescent and publishing his first poem at the age of thirteen. In 1822, Longfellow enrolled at Bowdoin College, where he formed a lifelong friendship with Nathaniel Hawthorne and published poems and stories in local magazines and newspapers. Graduating in 1825, Longfellow was offered a position at Bowdoin as a professor of modern languages before embarking on a journey throughout Europe. He returned home in 1829 to begin teaching and working as the college’s librarian. During this time, he began working as a translator of French, Italian, and Spanish textbooks, eventually publishing a translation of Jorge Manrique, a major Castilian poet of the fifteenth century. In 1836, after a period abroad and the death of his wife Mary, Longfellow accepted a professorship at Harvard, where he taught modern languages while writing the poems that would become Voices of the Night (1839), his debut collection. That same year, Longfellow published Hyperion: A Romance, a novel based partly on his travels and the loss of his wife. In 1843, following a prolonged courtship, Longfellow married Fanny Appleton, with whom he would have six children. That decade proved fortuitous for Longfellow’s life and career, which blossomed with the publication of Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie (1847), an epic poem that earned him a reputation as one of America’s leading writers and allowed him to develop the style that would flourish in The Song of Hiawatha (1855). But tragedy would find him once more. In 1861, an accident led to the death of Fanny and plunged Longfellow into a terrible depression. Although unable to write original poetry for several years after her passing, he began work on the first American translation of Dante’s Divine Comedy and increased his public support of abolitionism. Both steeped in tradition and immensely popular, Longfellow’s poetry continues to be read and revered around the world.

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      THE CHILDREN'S OWN LONGFELLOW

      Illustrated

      1908

      Publishers' Note

      Longfellow has been fitly called the children's poet. Many of his poems have from their very first appearance been favorites with youthful readers, and for many thousands of children he is the poet best beloved. It has been, therefore, the hope of the publishers that this volume, containing eight of the most popular of these poems, illustrated in color by some of the best known American artists of the present day, will find a ready welcome at the hands of young folks and their parents.

      CONTENTS

      THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS

      THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH

        EVANGELINE

          Part the First

        THE SONG OF HIAWATHA:

          Hiawatha's Sailing

          Hiawatha's Fishing

      THE BUILDING OF THE SHIP

      THE CASTLE-BUILDER

      PAUL REVERE'S RIDE

      THE BUILDING OF THE LONG SERPENT

      ILLUSTRATIONS

        THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS S.M. Arthurs

          He wrapped her warm in his seaman's coat

            Against the stinging blast

        THE VILLAGE BLACKSMITH Howard Smith

          And children coming home from school

            Look in at the open door

        EVANGELINE

          Homeward serenely she walked with God's benediction upon her.

          When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music

        HIAWATHA'S FISHING

          And he dropped his line of cedar

            Through the clear, transparent water

        THE BUILDING OF THE SHIP C. W. Ashley

          The sun shone on her golden hair,

            And her cheek was glowing fresh and fair

        THE CASTLE-BUILDER Olive Rush

          A castle-builder, with his wooden blocks,

            And towers that touch imaginary skies

        PAUL REVERE'S RIDE Howard Smith

          A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door

        THE BUILDING OF THE LONG SERPENT

          "Men shall hear of Thorberg Skafting

            For a hundred year!"

      [Illustration: THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS S.M. Arthurs

          He wrapped her warm in his seaman's coat

            Against the stinging blast ]

      THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS

      It was the schooner Hesperus,

        That sailed the wintry sea;

      And the skipper had taken his little daughter,

        To bear him company.

      Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax,

        Her cheeks like the dawn of day,

      And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds,

        That ope in the month of May.

      The skipper he stood beside the helm,

        His pipe was in his mouth,

      And he watched how the veering flaw did blow

        The smoke now West, now South.

      Then up and spake an old Sailor,

        Had sailed to the Spanish Main,

      "I pray thee, put into yonder port,

        For I fear a hurricane.

      "Last night, the moon had a golden ring,

        And to-night no moon we see!"

      The skipper, he blew a whiff from his pipe,

        And a scornful laugh laughed he.

      Colder and louder blew the wind,

        A gale from the Northeast,

      The snow fell hissing in the brine,

        And the billows frothed like yeast.

      Down came the storm, and smote amain

        The vessel in its strength;

      She shuddered and paused, like a frighted steed,

        Then leaped her cable's length.

      "Come hither! come hither! my little daughter,

        And do not tremble so;

      For I can weather the roughest gale

        That ever wind did blow."

      He wrapped her warm in his seaman's coat

        Against the stinging blast;

      He cut a rope from a broken spar,

        And bound her to the mast.

      "O father! I hear the church-bells ring,

        Oh say, what may it be?"

      'T is a fog-bell on a rock-bound coast!—

        And he steered for the open sea.

      "O father! I hear the sound of guns,

        Oh say, what may it be?"

      "Some ship in distress, that cannot live

        In such an angry sea!"

      "O father! I see a gleaming light,

        Oh say, what may it be?"

      But the father answered never a word,

        A frozen corpse was he.

      Lashed to the helm, all stiff and stark,

        With his face turned to the skies,

      The lantern gleamed through the gleaming snow

        On his fixed and glassy eyes.

      Then the maiden clasped her hands and prayed

        That saved she might be;

      And she thought

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