Longfellow
24 creative works found
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Longfellow Bridge, Boston, MA / Oil on Canvas 12”x16” Original for Sale This was mainly painted using a palette knife and heavily textured with impasto
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In response to blamo’s (Tone) lighting a single red candle at midnight for Peace, this is my contribution… In 1863, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow wrote these words: I heard the bells on Christmas Day / Their old familiar carols play / And mild and sweet the words repeat, / Of peace on earth, good will to men. I thought how as the day had come, / The bellfries of all Christendom / Had roll’d along th’ unbroken song / Of peace on earth, good will to men. And in despair I bow’d my head: / “There is no peace on earth”, I said, / “For hate is strong, and mocks the song / Of peace on earth, good will to men.” Then pealed the bells more loud and deep: / “God is not dead, nor doth he sleep; / The wrong shall fail, the right prevail, / With peace on earth, good will to men.” ‘Til ringing, singing on its way, / The world revolved from night to day, / A voice, a chime, a chant sublime, / Of peace on earth, good will to men! Peace on Earth is a 1939 Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer cartoon short subject directed by Hugh Harman, about a post-apocalyptic world populated by animals. PEACE ON EARTH, GOOD WILL TO ALL Photo of single red candle lit and fractilius (redfield plug-in)
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How beautiful is the rain! / After the dust and the heat, / In the broad and fiery street, / In the narrow lane, / How beautiful is the rain! / - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Rain in Summer Canon 300D / Tamron 70-300mm
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Oil on Canvas, Detail of larger portrait portrait / American Poet 1807 – 1882. / A man of great ferocious tempo and histories. Still one of the most popular of our poets: Hiawatha, The Midnight Ride of Paul Revere, etc. / Henry Longfellow lived almost fifty years of his life while Queen Victoria ruled Britain from 1837 – 1901. There may have been some concentrated American effort to stand apart by lauding our pioneers and savage North America, and it sure wasn’t thwarted by being politically correct. Imagine while high tea was being mimicked on Park Avenue, this famous yankee poet had the courage to come up with the swashbuckling but doomed fantasy (loosely based on history c.1400) that started on the shores of Gitche Gumee, progressed to Daughter of the Moon Nokomis and right up and into the shining Big Sea Water! It was an instant & roaring success. Enough feathers were ruffled to make parodies galore, but it’s 125 years later and I’m not the only one who still remembers Longfellow’s words and wants a feather in my braid. The story teller poets were marvelous conjurers, Longfellow one of the best. / I met Nokomis when I was about seven years old and longed to make that birch bark canoe, moonlight, and woody adventureland my own. And Longfellow’s incredible epic of courage, mysticism, language, wildlife, and natives on these shores remain about one of the greatest tributes to Indian nations ever composed by anybody. Now also available on RedBubble T Shirts! Full selection of color, great shirts. / Email: hawk@hawksperch.com / for details and price on the original oil painting. / Website: THE HAWKS PERCH, www.hawksperch
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.......Murmurs of pleasures, and pains, and wrongs, / The sound of winged words. / This is the cry / Of souls, that high / On toiling, beating pinions, fly, / Seeking a warmer clime, / From their distant flight / Through realms of light / It falls into our world of night, / With the murmuring sound of rhyme…..... Words by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow This belongs to My Ephemeral Collection – painted using acrylics, pigment, inks and acrylic sheets. This photograph is all that remains of this painting. Music – Mark Salona Please join The Phoenix Appeal and see all the other artists that are helping victims of The Bushfires in whatever way they can. Your work counts and Australia needs your support….Please Help! Please visit all the appeal groups that have been set up on Redbubble the Phoenix Appeal for the Victorian Bushfires and the associated Phoenix Group & The Victorian Bushfires Wildlife Appeal and the associated Wildlife Appeal Group
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This quote reminded me how fragile life is….
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“The leaves of memory seemed to make a mournful rustling in the dark.” / – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Silhouette of sunflower and another favorite quote… /
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Oil portrait / American Poet 1807 – 1882. / A man of great ferocious tempo and histories. Still one of the most popular of our poets: Hiawatha, The Midnight Ride of Paul Revere, etc. / Henry Longfellow lived almost fifty years of his life while Queen Victoria ruled Britain from 1837 – 1901. There may have been some concentrated American effort to stand apart by lauding our pioneers and savage North America, and it sure wasn’t thwarted by being politically correct. Imagine while high tea was being mimicked on Park Avenue, this famous yankee poet had the courage to come up with the swashbuckling but doomed fantasy (loosely based on history c.1400) that started on the shores of Gitche Gumee, progressed to Daughter of the Moon Nokomis and right up and into the shining Big Sea Water! It was an instant & roaring success. Enough feathers were ruffled to make parodies galore, but it’s 125 years later and I’m not the only one who still remembers Longfellow’s words and wants a feather in my braid. The story teller poets were marvelous conjurers, Longfellow one of the best. / I met Nokomis when I was about seven years old and longed to make that birch bark canoe, moonlight, and woody adventureland my own. And Longfellow’s incredible epic of courage, mysticism, language, wildlife, and natives on these shores remain about one of the greatest tributes to Indian nations ever composed by anybody. Now also available on RedBubble T Shirts! Full selection of color, great shirts. / Email: hawk@hawksperch.com / for details and price on the original oil painting. / Website: THE HAWKS PERCH, www.hawksperch.com
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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - Oil portrait - American Poet 1807 – 1882. / A man of great ferocious tempo and histories. Still one of the most popular of our poets: Hiawatha, The Midnight Ride of Paul Revere, etc. / Henry Longfellow lived almost fifty years of his life while Queen Victoria ruled Britain from 1837 – 1901. There may have been some concentrated American effort to stand apart by lauding our pioneers and savage North America, and it sure wasn’t thwarted by being politically correct. Imagine while high tea was being mimicked on Park Avenue, this famous yankee poet had the courage to come up with the swashbuckling but doomed fantasy (loosely based on history c.1400) that started on the shores of Gitche Gumee, progressed to Daughter of the Moon Nokomis and right up and into the shining Big Sea Water! It was an instant & roaring success. Enough feathers were ruffled to make parodies galore, but it’s 125 years later and I’m not the only one who still remembers Longfellow’s words and wants a feather in my braid. The story teller poets were marvelous conjurers, Longfellow one of the best. / I met Nokomis when I was about seven years old and longed to make that birch bark canoe, moonlight, and woody adventureland my own. And Longfellow’s incredible epic of courage, mysticism, language, wildlife, and natives on these shores remain about one of the greatest tributes to Indian nations ever composed by anybody.
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This photo was taken in St. Martinville, Louisiana, on the banks of the Bayou Teche close to the Evangeline oak named after the heroine of Longfellow’s epic poem about Evangeline and Gabriel.
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A thoughtful lion, vigorous American poet. An icon in his time, Longfellow’s poetry has been memorized by millions of school children and movies were made from his stories.The author of “Hiawatha”, “The Midnight Ride of Paul Revere”, hundreds of other wonderful story poems about life, love, and brave adventure in America. He lived during the reign of England’s Queen Victoria and I think was a bit reactionary in writing his epic poems about the wild and wooly early America, during a time when all the swells here were mimicking high teas. But for sheer lyrical adoration of the sensitivities, the beauty, and poetic language of the American Indian, he’s never been matched. His words are all picture and power. I wanted braids down my back and a birchbark canoe the first minute I met Hiawatha on the shores of Gitchigoomi, at the business end of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s pen.
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Thy face is fair; / There is a wonder in thine azure eyes / That fascinates me. Thy whole presence seems / A soft desire, a breathing thought of love. / Say, would thy star like Merope’s grow dim / If thou shouldst wed beneath thee? —-——- O Epimetheus, I no longer dare / To lift mine eyes to thine, nor hear thy voice, / Being no longer worthy of thy love. From “The Masque of Pandora” by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow MyFreeCopyright
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Under the Longfellow Bridge in Botson, Massachusetts. This was shot with my new Nikon D90 / ISO 200 / Exp. 1/250 / F/2.5 / 50mm
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Clearance sigh on the Longfellow Bridge in Boston, Massachusetts. Nikon D90 / ISO 200 / Exp. 1/1000 / F/5 / 50mm
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Longfellows Church
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Long Fellow Bridge which connects Cambridge and Boston Ma
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“Silently, one by one, / In the infinite meadows of Heaven, / Blossomed the lovely stars, / The forget-me-nots of the angels.” - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Textures courtesy of D. Sharon Pruitt. / Link>
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Heroes
by CrystalNoellynBut I soon learned that not all heroes are heroes in such dramatic or noticeable ways. But all the same, each and every one of them i…
Paying homage to a select few of those who have shaped my life. / Sorry for the length; patience may be needed when reading this. But criticism is greatly welcomed.
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Hymn to the Night ~ Silver Sunset over Chena River Lakes, North Pole, Alaska North Star
by Sharon MauUS$5.32–US$121.60
From my collection: / Hymn to the Night Copyright © Sharon Mau 2009 / All Rights Reserved Featured Art March 2009 Candid Photographs of Friends and Family Featured May 2009 _The X – Human Sentiment Many have asked if this is altered or if this is a Sepia tone. This is virtually straight from the camera. The only post processing is some cloning cleanup of minute bits of debris floating in the water and smoothing the digital noise. It is one of those magic moments. This is a colour photograph taken at sunset on Chena Lakes. When viewed full size you may notice the red strap hanging from the back of the canoe in the water and the highlights on the couple’s hair and their two dogs coats as they paddled silently toward me. The skies were changing day by day with winter fast approaching in Interior Alaska and the conditions were perfect for a Sundog so I raced out to the lake, which is a very large and pure (no motors are permitted, only kayaks and canoes) 260 acre lake of glacier fed water from Chena River with glacial runoff from the Tanana River, on the drive thinking to myself, which side of the lake would be most perfect for the setting sun, and as I pulled up to that area on the remote gravel road through the forest, boreal on one side and permafrost on the other, I saw the couple rowing toward the shore toward me! I was scrambling to shut off my truck, grab my keys and camera, jump out and practically run down to the banks to get the shots before they reached me!! It was so funny for they had two puppy doggies with them, big shaggy ones, and after snapping about 100 images in quick succession, I called out to them “You’ll want to give me your email address!! I can assure you that you will want copies of these, they are fantastic! And the dogs leaped out of the canoe barking and barking at me while she called them back…. it was hilarious!!! So yes, she gave me their names and email address and the remainder of the sunset with fish jumping, toads leaping and calls of the loons, and the brilliant sundog in the sky I can tell you I enjoyed the rest of the evening while battling mosguitos and looking over my shoulder for wolf, moose and bear with a big smile on my face!! What a wonderful night it was!!! Canon EOS DIGITAL REBEL XTi / Shooting Date/Time 11 August 2007 20:42:03 / Tv( Shutter Speed ) 1/500 / Av( Aperture Value ) 13 / ISO Speed 320 / Lens EF28-135mm f/3.5-5.6 IS USM Hymn to the Night / “I heard the trailing garments of the Night / Sweep through her marble halls! / I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light / From the celestial walls! I felt her presence, by its spell of might, / Stoop o’er me from above; / The calm, majestic presence of the Night, / As of the one I love. I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight, / The manifold, soft chimes, / That fill the haunted chambers of the Night / Like some old poet’s rhymes. From the cool cisterns of the midnight air / My spirit drank repose; / The fountain of perpetual peace flows there,— / From those deep cisterns flows. O holy Night! from thee I learn to bear / What man has borne before! / Thou layest thy finger on the lips of Care, / And they complain no more. Peace! Peace! Orestes-like I breathe this prayer! / Descend with broad-winged flight, / The welcome, the thrice-prayed for, / the most fair, / The best-beloved Night!” ~ Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow This is offered as a beautiful greeting card / It looks wonderful matted and framed /
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The Time Has Come: A Sonnet to those of Emerson, Thoreu, Longfellow, Irving, Whitman, and Hawthorne
by johnr0x17for are they collaborating, in order to purge upon us from that crimson abyss, as the sun descends hither?
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Longfellow Bridge Crossing The Charles River.
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There is a quiet spirit in these woods ~ Autumn Gold ~ Sunset Goldstream Alaska
by Sharon MauUS$5.32–US$121.60
From my collection: / Song of a Dream ~ The Golden Threshold Copyright © Sharon Mau 2009 / All Rights Reserved Sunset near Goldstream / Interior Alaska North Star This is a composite of two images taken in the same location at the same time stitched one over the other so that you may better see what I see as I am standing here gazing at this sensational sunset as the swans are feeding in the peat bog nearby. “There is a quiet spirit in these woods, / That dwells where’er the gentle south-wind blows; / Where, underneath the white-thorn, in the glade, / The wild flowers bloom, or, kissing the soft air, / The leaves above their sunny palms outspread. / With what a tender and impassioned voice / It fills the nice and delicate ear of thought, / When the fast ushering star of morning comes / O’er-riding the gray hills with golden scarf; / Or when the cowled and dusky-sandaled Eve, / In mourning weeds, from out the western gate, / Departs with silent pace! That spirit moves In the green valley, where the silver brook, / From its full laver, pours the white cascade; / And, babbling low amid the tangled woods, / Slips down through moss-grown stones with endless laughter. / And frequent, on the everlasting hills, / Its feet go forth, when it doth wrap itself In all the dark embroidery of the storm, And shouts the stern, strong wind. And here, amid / The silent majesty of these deep woods, / lts presence shall uplift thy thoughts from earth, / As to the sunshine and the pure, bright air / Their tops the green trees lift. / Hence gifted bards / Have ever loved the calm and quiet shades. / For them there was an eloquent voice in all / The sylvan pomp of woods, the golden sun, / The flowers, the leaves, the river on its way, / Blue skies, and silver clouds, and gentle winds, / The swelling upland, where the sidelong sun / Aslant the wooded slope, at evening, goes, / Groves, through whose broken roof the sky looks in, / Mountain, and shattered cliff, and sunny vale, / The distant lake, fountains, and mighty trees, / In many a lazy syllable, repeating their old poetic legends to the wind. And this is the sweet spirit, that doth fill / The world; and, in these wayward days of youth, / My busy fancy oft embodies it, / As a bright image of the light and beauty / That dwell in nature; of the heavenly forms / We worship in our dreams, and the soft hues / That stain the wild bird’s wing, and flush the clouds / When the sun sets. Within her tender eye / The heaven of April, with its changing light, / And when it wears the blue of May, is hung, / And on her lip the rich, red rose. / Her hair is like the summer tresses of the trees, / When twilight makes them brown, and on her cheek / Blushes the richness of an autumn sky, / With ever-shifting beauty. Then her breath, / It is so like the gentle air of Spring, / As, front the morning’s dewy flowers, it comes / Full of their fragrance, that it is a joy / To have it round us, and her silver voice / Is the rich music of a summer bird, / Heard in the still night, with its passionate cadence.” ~ Poetical Works of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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On the night of April 18, 1775 two laterns were hung from the Old North Church steeple as a signal to Paul Revere and the other patriots in Charlestown keeping watch. This was the signal that British troops were leaving Boston to seize rebel stores of munitions in Lexington and concord by sea and not by land. Longfellows poem described this event that ignited the American Revolution.
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