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= Henry Wadsworth Longfellow  =

His poems
__**Four by the clock**__ Four by the clock! And yet not day; But the great world rolls and weels away With its cities on land, and its ships at sea Into the dawn that is to be:

Only the lamp in the anchored bark (boat) Send its glimmer across the dark And the heavy breathing of the sea Is the only sound that comes to me

__**Milton**__ I pace the sounding sea-beach and behold How the voluminous billows roll and run, Upheaving and subsiding, while the sun Shines through their sheeted emerald far unrolled,

And the ninth wave, slowly gathering fold by fold All its loose-flowing garments in one, Plunges upon the shore, and floods the dun Pale reach of sands, and changes them to gold.

So in majestic cadence rise and fall The mighty undulations of thy song,

O sightless bard, England's Maeonides! And ever and anon, high over all Uplifted, a ninth wave superb and strong, Floods all the soul with its melodious seas.

His style
 Henry W. Longfellow's first poem appeared in a newspaper when he was 13 years old; he published his first book of poetry in 1839. In 1854, Longfellow left Harvard where he was teaching world languages, to become a full time poet. Henry broke “poetry rules” he experimented in verse, which was outside of the traditional English poetry of the time period. During Longfellow’s lifetime, he was criticized, though now, he is considered a great poet. Margaret Fuller called his poems “artificial and imitative”  I believe that Longfellow liked the poet William Shakespeare. I think this because he wrote a poem about him, titled; Shakespeare. Henry often wrote about nature, his poems were influenced by the ocean that he lived by as a child. But Longfellow also wrote about things that were happening in his life or things that he saw. Longfellow’s style changed over time. He wrote sonnets, lyrics and even tried dramatic poems (with little success), but Longfellow mostly wrote narrative poems. 

Biography
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was born on February 27 1807 in Portland, Maine. In his poem "My Lost Youth" he remembers the lively wharves and serene woodlands of his hometown. His father was a lawyer and a Harvard Graduate. His mother was the daughter of Peleg Wadsworth, a Revolutionary War veteran.

Henry's family lived in the first brick house ever to be built in Portland and he began school at age three. He attended many different academies in his younger years, but when he was 15, he was off to Bowdoin College. He got there in the Fall of 1822 and he discovered that even more than the classes or libraries, the literary clubs were very educational. Henry's father wanted him to be a lawyer, but Henry wanted to study literature and language, not law. He did that and when he was done with college he went to Europe to study foreign language. When he came back, Bowdoin offered him a teaching position and he gladly accepted.

He ended up getting married to Mary Potter, a classmate of his. They loved each other, but Mary soon fell ill and died. Henry soon remarried to Frances Appleton. Some of Henry's books include Paul Revere's ride, Hyperion, and Outer-mer.

Our Poems
__Wind__

The winds blow Over the sea My light does not glow And I cannot see

They blow stronger Pushing, pushing, pushing They push with the force of a geyser

The wind is a wall Standing tall The wall will fall And I will fall

The waves crash Over me There having a bash But, not me

The wind and the waves Push me over Into a cave

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__ Leaves __

When the season of autumn calls They are lifted from the warm embrace of their mother Separated from each other And they fall

They attempt to survive the winter It will be harder than they know All covered in snow But they will emerge the victor

When spring comes Everything blooms The leaves will come soon And the struggle is done -Carter