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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Biography College The first poem Henry Longfellow and Mary Potter Lands beyond the sea The Peace- Pipe Hiawatha The song of Hiawatha
Biography Henry Wadsworth Longfellow is an outstanding American poet of the 19th century. He was born in Portland in 1807 in the family of a rich lawyer. The poet's ancestors came to America in 1620 on the ship Mayflower* and built the first village in New England, as that part of America is called. His grandfather took part in the War of Independence. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was named after his uncle, a sailor, who was killed on a war-ship. The family traditions helped the poet to understand the history of his country. Later he often used historical facts in his poems. At college the boy loved literature and decided to be a writer, but his father wanted him to be a teacher. When Longfellow was nineteen, his father sent him to Europe. The young man lived in France, Italy, Spain and Germany, where he studied foreign languages and literature. He was preparing to be a college professor teaching foreign languages.
College There were many more poems after that, in spite of the cruel remark. Henry was sure he wanted to be a poet, or at least some kind of writer. He found inspiration for new poems all around him in the forests, in the sea, all over Portland. Henry Longfellow was growing into an attractive young man, with blue eyes and wavy brown hair. He was shy and gentle. His teachers liked him because he studied so carefully. His classmates liked him, too. But Henrys shyness kept him from making a great number of friends. Henry Longfellow was still in the Maine woods even though he was away at college. He liked to take long walks among the tall pine tress and think about the Indians that once wandered there. He was reading books about the Indians in college, books that told how they had lived and dressed and thought. He was beginning to understand them as people
The first poem Henry was able to go back to Portland Academy in autumn, even though he didn't do much running. As he grew older, he grew quieter. He liked books and he liked to read. His writing improved each season, until he could send letters to his father that were clear and interesting. His school work began to include Latin and Greek and algebra, but Henry Longfellow found that he liked poetry best, and he liked to memorize poetry. He learned whole songs by heart when the family gathered around the piano and sang. Henry Longfellow began to keep a notebook of his favourite poems. In the notebook there were verses, rhymes and lines, that he made up himself. He was becoming shy, and he kept his notebook a secret from almost everyone but his mother and his sister Anne.
Henry Longfellow and Mary Potter Henry Longfellow returned to a sorrowful family. His mother and father were very sad and talked very little. Even carefree Stephen was more serious than usual. It was Anne, though, who talked to Henry about Betsy when they were alone. Henry hardly knew his younger brothers and sisters, because they had had more than three years to grow while he was away. Samuel, the baby, was ten years old.
Without a word to his father or to anyone else, Henry Longfellow wrote a secret letter to the editor of one of the magazines that had been buying his poetry. He wanted a job, he explained politely. He wanted to "breathe a little while a literary atmosphere." Even though he had promised his father that he would study law, Henry still hoped to avoid it somehow. The editor answered the young man with the same advice his father had given him: "It is impossible to earn a living in America as a writer." Mr. Longfellow had said that Henry could study at Harvard before beginning his law work, but that was just putting it off a year. "Remember," he said to Henry, "when you finish your year at Harvard, you will have to study law!" Lands beyond the sea
The Peace- Pipe On the Mountains of the Prairie, On the great Red Pipe-stone Quarry, Gitche Manito, the mighty, He the Master of Life, descending On the red crags of the quarry, Stood erect, and called the nations, Called the tribes of men together. From the red stone of the quarry With his hand he broke a fragment, Moulded it into a pipe-head, Shaped and fashioned it with figures ; From the margin of the river Took a long reed for a pipe-stem, With its dark green leaves upon it; Filled the pipe with bark of willow, With the bark of the red willow; Breathed upon the neighbouring forest, Made its great boughs chafe together, Till in flame they burst and kindled; And erect upon the mountains, Gitche Manito, the mighty, Smoked the calumet, the Peace-Pipe, As a signal to the nations. All the tribes beheld the signal, Saw the distant smoke ascending, The Pukwana of the Peace- Pipe
Hiawatha Hiawatha was an Indian chiet, who lived, as the legends say, at the end of the 15 th century. He was brave and loved his people. He taught them many things- to grow maize and to build boats. He introduced crafts and art. The Indiatns loved Hiawatha and made him the hero of many stories and songs. The first part of the poem is about Gitche Manito, the Great Spirit, or god, in whom all Indian tribes believed. They believed they were all yis children and he was their loving father. They were ready to do everything theu thought he told them. Here Gitche Manito teaches his people to live in peace and help one another.
The song of Hiawatha Should you ask me, whence these stories, Whence these legends and traditions, With the odors of the forest, With the dew and damp of meadows, With the curling smoke of wigwams, With the rushing of great rivers. With their frequent repetitions, And the wild reverberations, As of thunder in the mountains? I should answer, I should tell you, "From the forests and the prairies, From the great lakes of the Northland, From the land of the Ojibways, From the land of the Dacotahs, From the mountains, moors, and fen- lands, Where the heron, the Shuh-shuh-gah Feeds among the reeds and rushes. I repeat them as I heard them From the lips of Nawadaha, The musician, the sweet singer." "There he sang of Hiawatha, Sang the Song of Hiawatha, Sang his wondrous birth and being, How he prayed and how he fasted, How he lived and toiled, and suffered, That the tribes of men might prosper, That he might advance his people!" Ye who love the haunts of Nature, Love the sunshine of the meadow, Love the shadow of the forest, Love the wind among the branches, And the rain-shower and the snow- storm; And the rushing of great rivers Through their palisades of pine-trees, And the thunder in the mountains, Whose innumerable echoes Flap like eagles in their eyries; Listen to these wild traditions, To this Song of Hiawatha! Ye who love a nation's legends.
The utilised literature: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Moscow «Prosveshcheniye» Tenth form English reader Moscow «Prosveshcheniye» 1978.