who can help me to make a 5-page interpretation of the poem "a psalm of life" by henry wadsworth longfellow?

Question

i need a 5-page interpretation of the poem " a psalm of life" by henry longfellow, anyone who can help me?thanks

Answer 1

The following two links should help you start your paper on "Psalm of Life":

http://www.answers.com/topic/a-psalm-of-life-poem-7

http://rpo.library.utoronto.ca/poem/1339.html

The next article is a pdf document from 1898 in the New York Times that is a letter from Longfellow. In the letter, among many other things, he tells how he came to write "Psalm of Life."

http://query.nytimes.com/gst/abstract.html?res=9A04E7DA1030E333A25756C1A9669D94699ED7CF

In the following article, there are a few good lines about "Psalm of Life":

http://www.2020site.org/poetry/hwl.html

I hope these are helpful.

Answer 2

RE: can u explain all the stanzas in the poem "The Psalm of Life" by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow?

Answer 3

Try to approach it this way:

"A Psalm of Life."
Most people consider it to be a timeless work of art, for one can still relate to the central theme. It was written in the Romantic Era of American Literature, where salvation through nature was the primary theme for most Romantic poets.

Longfellow's unique and genius use of metaphors, similes, and personification give "A Psalm of Life" its fascinating greatness. Longfellow's use of figurative language allows the reader to envision his words as actions rather than pictures.

The first sentence, "Tell me not in mournful numbers" draws one into the poem by giving one a visualization of a group of gloomy, pessimistic people regarding life as a melancholy passing.


"A PSALM OF LIFE"

Tell me not in mournful numbers,
"Life is but an empty dream!"
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
"Dust thou art, to dust returnest,"
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us further than to-day.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!

Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act -- act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o'erhead!

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;

Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o'er life's solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labour and to wait,

By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882).


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