Something attempted, something done, Has earned a nights repose. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Fame comes only when deserved, and then is as inevitable as destiny, for it is destiny. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Destiny Copy Share Image
Through woods and mountain passes The winds, like anthems, roll. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The holiest of holidays are those kept by ourselves in silence and apart; The secret anniversaries of the heart. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Heart Copy Share Image
The spirit-world around this world of sense Floats like an atmosphere, and everywhere Wafts through these earthly mists and vapours dense A… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Every great poem is in itself limited by necessity, but in its suggestions unlimited and infinite. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
They, the holy ones and weakly, Who the cross of suffering bore, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
But ah! what once has been shall be no more! The groaning earth in travail and in pain Brings forth its races,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“Think of your woods and orchards without birds! Of empty nests that cling to boughs and beams As in an idiot's brain… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“Thou, too, sail on, O Ship of State! Sail on, O Union, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, With all… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Destiny Copy Share Image
This is the place. Stand still, my steed,- Let me review the scene, And summon from the shadowy past The forms that… — 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
Time has a doomsday book, upon whose pages he is continually recording illustrious names. But as often as a new name is… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Book Copy Share Image
The talent of success is nothing more than doing what you can do well, and doing well whatever you do without thought… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Fame Copy Share Image
Two ways the rivers Leap down to different seas, and as they roll Grow deep and still, and their majestic presence Becomes… — 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 Destiny Copy Share Image
“Poor, deluded Shawondasee! 'T was no woman that you gazed at, 'T was no maiden that you sighed for, 'T was the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“Therefore, at Pentecost, which brings The Spring, clothed like a bride, When nestling buds unfold their wings, And bishop's-caps have golden rings,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Pentecost Copy Share Image
What heart has not acknowledged the influence of this hour, the sweet and soothing hour of twilight, the hour of love, the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Adoration Copy Share Image
O suffering, sad humanity! O ye afflicted ones, who lie Steeped to the lips in misery, Longing, yet afraid to die, Patient,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Perseverance is a great element of success. If you only knock long enough and loud enough at the gate, you are sure… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Some poems are like the Centaurs--a mingling of man and beast, and begotten of Ixion on a cloud. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Beast Copy Share Image
Peace! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies! But beautiful as songs of… — 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 Age Copy Share Image
In the mouths of many men soft words are like roses that soldiers put into the muzzles of their muskets on holidays. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Holiday Copy Share Image
A young critic is like a boy with a gun; he fires at every living thing he sees. He thinks only of… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Boys Copy Share Image
“The purpose of that apple tree is to grow a little new wood each year. That is what I plan to do.” — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Flower Copy Share Image
We often excuse our own want of philanthropy by giving the name of fanaticism to the more ardent zeal of others. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Ardent Copy Share Image
Something the heart must have to cherish, Must love and joy and sorrow learn; Something with passion clasp, or perish And in… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Ashes Copy Share Image
It is foolish to pretend that one is fully recovered from a disappointed passion. Such wounds always leave a scar. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Disappointed 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
Where, twisted round the barren oak, The summer vine in beauty clung, And summer winds the stillness broke, The crystal icicle is… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Such was the wreck of the Hesperus, In the midnight and the snow! Christ save us all from a death like this,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Christ 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
“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 Death 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 saw the long line of the vacant shore, The sea-weed and the shells upon the sand, And the brown rocks left… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Trust no future, however pleasant! Let the dead past bury its dead! Act -- act in the living Present! Heart within and… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Take this sorrow to thy heart and make it part of thee, and it shall nourish thee till thou art strong again. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Art Copy Share Image
Every author has the whole past to contend with; all the centuries are upon him. He is compared with Homer, Dante, Shakespeare,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Books Copy Share Image
