Sometimes we may learn more from a man's errors, than from his virtues. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Character Copy Share Image
In character, in manner, in style, in all things, the supreme excellence is simplicity. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Character Copy Share Image
Oh, how short are the days! How soon the night overtakes us! — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Night Copy Share Image
One half the world must sweat and groan that the other half may dream. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Dream Copy Share Image
As turning the logs will make a dull fire burn, so change of studies a dull brain. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Brain Copy Share Image
All was silent as before - All silent save the dripping rain. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The gentle wind, a sweet and passionate wooer, Kisses the blushing leaf. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Blushing Copy Share Image
Dost thou know what a hero is? Why, a hero is as much as one should say, a hero. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Hero Copy Share Image
A solid man of Boston; A comfortable man with dividends, And the first salmon and the first green peas. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Boston Copy Share Image
The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Darkness Copy Share Image
Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Maiden, that read'st this simple rhyme, Enjoy thy youth, it will not stay; Enjoy the fragrance of thy prime, For oh, it… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Burn, O evening hearth, and waken Pleasant visions, as of old! Though the house by winds be shaken, Safe I keep this… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Dreams Copy Share Image
The great tragedy of the average man is that he goes to his grave with his music still in him. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
How beautiful the silent hour, when morning and evening thus sit together, hand in hand, beneath the starless sky of midnight! — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Beautiful 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
Softly the evening came. The sun from the western horizon Like a magician extended his golden want o'er the landscape; Trinkling vapors… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Evening Copy Share Image
Among the noblest in the land - Though man may count himself the least - That man I honor and revere, Who… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Beast Copy Share Image
The setting of a great hope is like the setting of the sun. The brightness of our life is gone. Shadows of… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
There rises the moon, broad and tranquil, through the branches of a walnut tree on a hill opposite. I apostrophize it in… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Agony 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
It is folly to pretend that one ever wholly recovers from a disappointed passion. Such wounds always leave a scar. There are… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Disappointed Copy Share Image
The sentence of the first murderer was pronounced by the Supreme Judge of the universe. Was it death? No, it was life.… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Cain Copy Share Image
A coquette is a young lady of more beauty than sense, more accomplishments than learning, more charms not person than graces of… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Accomplishment Copy Share Image
The sky is filled with stars, invisible by day. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Astronomy Copy Share Image
When one is truly in love, one not only says it, but shows it. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Inspirational Copy Share Image
Difficulty on the way to victory is opportunity for God to work — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Adversity Copy Share Image
That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Being all fashioned of the self-same dust, let us be merciful as well as just — 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
The strength of criticism lies in the weakness of the thing criticized. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Criticism Copy Share Image
Ah, the souls of those that die Are but sunbeams lifted higher. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Ah, to build, to build! That is the noblest of all the arts. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Architect Copy Share Image
There is nothing perfectly secure but poverty. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Cybersecurity Copy Share Image
Will without power is like children playing at soldiers. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Children Copy Share Image
The strength of criticism lies only in the weakness of the thing criticized — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Criticism Copy Share Image
Welcome, my old friend, Welcome to a foreign fireside. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Friendship Copy Share Image
And so we plough along, as the fly said to the ox. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Inspirational Copy Share Image
