Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Be noble in every thought And in every deed!

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Taste the joy That springs from labor.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Don't cross the bridge til you come to it.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The air of summer was sweeter than wine.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Many a poem is marred by a superfluous verse.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Evil is only good perverted.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Age is opportunity no less than youth itself.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Defeat may be victory in disguise.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Noble souls, through dust and heat, rise from disaster and defeat the stronger.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Give what you have to somebody, it may be better than you think.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Everyone says that forgiveness is a lovely idea until he has something to forgive.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Sunday is the golden clasp that binds together the volume of the week.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

And the bright faces of my young companions Are wrinkled like my own, or are no more.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

When Christ ascended Triumphantly from star to star He left the gates of Heaven ajar.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Ah, Nothing is too late, till the tired heart shall cease to palpitate.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I like that ancient Saxon phrase, which calls, The burial-ground God's-Acre.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Even the blackest of them all, the crow, Renders good service as your man-at-arms, Crushing the beetle in his coat of mail.…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

As the heart is, so is love to the heart. It partakes of its strength or weakness, its health or disease.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The pleasant books, that silently among Our household treasures take familiar places, And are to us as if a living tongue Spake…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

A great sorrow, like a mariner's quadrant, brings the sun at noon down to the horizon, and we learn where we are…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

A handful of red sand from the hot clime Of Arab deserts brought, Within this glass becomes the spy of Time, The…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Authors must not, like Chinese soldiers, expect to win victories by turning somersets in the air.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

A Lady with a Lamp shall stand In the great history of the land, A noble type of good, Heroic womanhood.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

For the structure that we raise, Time is with materials filled; Our to-days and yesterdays Are the blocks with which we build.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls; The day returns, but nevermore Returns the…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The hearts of some women tremble like leaves at every breath of love which reaches them, and they are still again. Others,…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

More hearts are breaking in this world of ours Than one would say. In distant villages And solitudes remote, where winds have…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Don Quixote thought he could have made beautiful bird-cages and toothpicks if his brain had not been so full of ideas of…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The mind of the scholar, if you would have it large and liberal, should come in contact with other minds. It is…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

One, if by land, and two, if by sea; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Truths that startled the generation in which they were first announced become in the next age the commonplaces of conversation; as the…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

To be infatuated with the power of one's own intellect is an accident which seldom happens but to those who are remarkable…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

“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

Ah, how wonderful is the advent of the Spring!—the great annual miracle… which no force can stay, no violence restrain, like love,…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

“Still stands the forest primeval; but far away from its shadow, Side by side, in their nameless graves, the lovers are sleeping.…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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

“Yes, Death brings us again to our friends. They are waiting for us, and we shall not long delay. They have gone…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

As a fond mother, when the day is o'er, Leads by the hand her little child to bed, Half willing, half reluctant…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Men are four; He who knows and knows not that he knows. He is asleep; wake him. He who knows not and…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

“ Endymion The rising moon has hid the stars; Her level rays, like golden bars, Lie on the landscape green, With shadows…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow