Search man's life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Youth comes but once a life time. Perhaps, but it remains strong in many for their entire lives. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Into each life some rain must fall, some days must be dark and dreary. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
It has done me good to be somewhat parched by the heat and drenched by the rain of life. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Give what you have. To some one, it may be better than you dare to think. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
A life that is worth writing at all is worth writing minutely. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
I will be a man among men; and no longer a dreamer among shadows. Henceforth be mine a life of action and… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
How far the gulf-stream of our youth may flow Into the arctic regions of our lives, Where little else than life itself… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Love makes its record in deeper colors as we grow out of childhood into manhood; as the Emperors signed their names in… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Death is the chillness that precedes the dawn; We shudder for a moment, then awake In the broad sunshine of the other… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
I do not love thee less for what is done, And cannot be undone. Thy very weakness Hath brought thee nearer to… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Each new epoch in life seems an encounter. There is a tussle and a cloud of dust, and we come out of… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
If we could read the secret history of our enemies we should find in each man's life sorrow and suffering enough to… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Youth, hope, and love: To build a new life on a ruined life, To make the future fairer than the past, And… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The foods that prolong life and increase purity, vigour, health, cheerfulness, and happiness are those that are delicious, soothing, substantial and agreeable...… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
O ye dead Poets, who are living still Immortal in your verse, though life be fled, And ye, O living Poets, who… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“ Daily the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside them, Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at rest and forever,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
In the life of every man there are sudden transitions of feeling, which seem almost miraculous. At once, as if some magician… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Sail forth into the sea of life, O gentle, loving, trusting wife, And safe from all adversity Upon the bosom of that… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
How can I teach your children gentleness and mercy to the weak, and reverence for life, which in its nakedness and excess,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
More and more do I feel, as I advance in life, how little we really know of each other. Friendship seems to… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Simplicity is the character of the spring of life, costliness becomes its autumn; but a neatness and purity, like that of the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Each day is a branch of the Tree of Life laden heavily with fruit. If we lie down lazily beneath it, we… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
We waste our best years in distilling the sweetest flowers of life into potions which, after all, do not immortalize, but only… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Like a French poem is life; being only perfect in structure when with the masculine rhymes mingled the feminine are. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The tragic element in poetry is like Saturn in alchemy, the Malevolent, the Destroyer of Nature ; but without it no… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Live up to the best that is in you: Live noble lives, as you all may, in whatever condition you may find… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“Tell me not in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
In the world's broad field of battle, In the bivouac of Life, Be not like dumb, driven cattle! Be a hero in… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The course of my long life hath reached at last in fragile bark over a tempestuous sea the common harbor, where must… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
There is nothing holier in this life of ours than the first consciousness of love, the first fluttering of its silken wings. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The shadows of the mind are like those of the body. In the morning of life they all lie behind us; at… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
How can I tell the signals and the signs By which one heart another heart divines? How can I tell the many… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Sculpture is more than painting. It is greater To raise the dead to life than to create Phantoms that seem to live. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; Thy fate is the common fate of… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Be still, sad heart, and cease repining; Behind the clouds the sun is shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sand… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The spring came suddenly, bursting upon the world as a child bursts into a room, with a laugh and a shout and hands full… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share
In old age our bodies are worn-out instruments, on which the soul tries in vain to play the melodies of youth. But because the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share
“ Endymion The rising moon has hid the stars; Her level rays, like golden bars, Lie on the landscape green, With shadows brown between.… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share
There's nothing fair nor beautiful, but takes Something from thee, that makes it beautiful. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share
Fame comes only when deserved, and then is as inevitable as destiny, for it is destiny. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share
Nature paints not; In oils, but frescoes the great dome of heaven; With sunsets, and the lovely forms of clouds; And flying vapors. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share
“ Thus dwelt together in love these simple Acadian farmers,— Dwelt in the love of God and of man. Alike were they free from Fear,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share
The trees are white with dust, that o'er their sleep Wave their broad curtains in the south-wind's breath, While underneath such leafy tents they… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share
Heights by great men reached and kept were not obtained by sudden flight but, while their companions slept, they were toiling upward in the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share
Ah, how skillful grows the hand That obeyeth Love's command! It is the heart, and not the brain, That to the highest doth attain,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share
Thus departed Hiawatha, Hiawatha the Beloved, In the glory of the sunset, In the purple mists of evening, To the regions of the home-wind,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share
Morality without religion is only a kind of dead reckoning - an endeavor to find our place on a cloudy sea by measuring the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share
Buried was the bloody hatchet; Buried was the dreadful war-club; Buried were all warlike weapons, And the war-cry was forgotten. Then was peace among… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share
