Out of the shadows of night The world rolls into light. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
I see, but cannot reach, the height That lies forever in the light. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The day is done; and slowly from the scene the stooping sun upgathers his spent shafts, and puts them back into his… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The lamps are lit, the fires burn bright. The house is full of life and light. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The grave itself is but a covered bridge, Leading from light to light, through a brief darkness! — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
There is no light in earth or heaven but the cold light of stars; and the first watch of night is given… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
When we walk towards the sun of Truth, all shadows are cast behind us. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
When a great man dies, for years the light he leaves behind him, lies on the paths of men. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Down sank the great red sun, and in golden, glimmering vapors Veiled the light of his face, like the Prophet descending from… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
I am the Angel of the Sun Whose flaming wheels began to run When God's almighty breath Said to the darkness and… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Then followed that beautiful season... Summer… Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape Lay as if… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
In the long, sleepless watches of the night, A gentle face the face of one long dead Looks at me from the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Alas! it is not till time, with reckless hand, has torn out half the leaves from the Book of Human Life to… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Were a star quenched on high,For ages would its light,Still travelling downward from the sky,Shine on our mortal sight. So when a… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
By unseen hands uplifted in the light Of sunset, yonder solitary cloud Floats, with its white apparel blown abroad, And wafted up… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
See yonder fire! It is the moon slow rising o'er the eastern hill. It glimmers on the forest tips, and through the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Torrent of light and river of air, Along whose bed the glimmering stars are seen, Like gold and silver sands in some… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Some feelings are quite untranslatable; no language has yet been found for them. They gleam upon us beautifully through the dim twilight… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
I heard the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls! I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
To-day, to-morrow, every day, to thousands the end of the world is close at hand. And why should we fear it? We… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
There is a beautiful spirit breathing now Its mellowed richness on the clustered trees, And, from a beaker full of richest dyes,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
I dislike an eye that twinkles like a star. Those only are beautiful which, like the planets, have a steady lambent light,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
After a day of cloud and wind and rain Sometimes the setting sun breaks out again, And touching all the darksome woods… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
O little souls! as pure as white And crystalline as rays of light Direct from heaven, their source divine; Refracted through the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The swallow is come! The swallow is come! O, fair are the seasons, and light Are the days that she brings, With… — 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
