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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882). Complete Poetical Works. 1893.


I. Juvenile Poems. The Battle of Lovell’s Pond

  • WHEN Mr. Longfellow made his first collection of poems in Voices of the Night, he included a group of Earlier Poems, but printed only seven out of a number which bore his initials or are directly traceable to him. He chose these, doubtless, not as specimens of his youthful work, but because, of all that he had written ten years or more before, they only appeared to him to have poetic qualities which he could regard with any complacency. It is not likely that any readers will be found to contravene his judgment in the omission of the other verses, but since this edition is intended for the student as well as for the general reader, it has been thought best to print here those poetical exercises which curious investigators have recovered from the obscurity in which Mr. Longfellow was entirely willing to leave them. They are printed in as nearly chronological order as may be.
  • These are Mr. Longfellow’s first verses, so far as known, printed in the Portland Gazette, November 17, 1820.

  • COLD, cold is the north wind and rude is the blast

    That sweeps like a hurricane loudly and fast,

    As it moans through the tall waving pines lone and drear,

    Sighs a requiem sad o’er the warrior’s bier.

    The war-whoop is still, and the savage’s yell

    Has sunk into silence along the wild dell;

    The din of the battle, the tumult, is o’er,

    And the war-clarion’s voice is now heard no more.

    The warriors that fought for their country, and bled,

    Have sunk to their rest; the damp earth is their bed;

    No stone tells the place where their ashes repose,

    Nor points out the spot from the graves of their foes.

    They died in their glory, surrounded by fame,

    And Victory’s loud trump their death did proclaim;

    They are dead; but they live in each Patriot’s breast,

    And their names are engraven on honor’s bright crest.