Every dew-drop and rain-drop had a whole heaven within it. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
All was silent as before - All silent save the dripping rain. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The hooded clouds, like friars, Tell their beads in drops of rain. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The best thing one can do when it's raining is to let it rain. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Thy fate is the common fate of all; Into each life some rain must fall. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
How beautiful is the rain! After the dust and the heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, How… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
For after all the best thing one can do when it is raining is let it rain — 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
The day is dark and cold and dreary; it rains, and the wind is never weary. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Gone are the living, but the dead remain, And not neglected; for a hand unseen, Scattering its bounty like a summer rain,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Talk not of wasted affection, affection never was wasted; If it enrich not the heart of another, its waters, returning Back to… — 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
Nothing that is can pause or stay; / The moon will wax, the moon will wane, / The mist and cloud will… — 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
The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind in never weary; The vine still clings to the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The moon is hidden behind a cloud... On the leaves is a sound of falling rain... No other sounds than these I… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“How Beautiful is the rain! After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, How beautiful… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
This song of mine Is a song of the vine To be sung by the glowing embers Of wayside inns, When the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary; The vine still clings to 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
