Silently, one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Angels 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
Who ne'er his bread in sorrow ate, Who ne'er the mournful midnight hours Weeping upon his bed has sate, He knows you… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Work is my recreation, The play of faculty; a delight like that Which a bird feels in flying, or a fish In… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Bird Copy Share Image
By the shore of Gitche Gumee, By the shining Big-Sea-Water, At the doorway of his wigwam, In the pleasant Summer morning, Hiawatha… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Round about what is, lies a whole mysterious world of might be, a psychological romance of possibilities and things that do not… — 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
Youth wrenches the sceptre from old age, and sets the crown on its own head before it is entitled to it. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Age Copy Share Image
No man is so poor as to have nothing worth giving; as well might the mountain streamlets say they have nothing to… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
No action, whether foul or fair, Is ever done, but it leaves somewhere A record, written by fingers ghostly, As a blessing… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Action Copy Share Image
There are things of which I may not speak; There are dreams that cannot die; There are thoughts that make the strong… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Dream Copy Share Image
Write on your doors the saying wise and old. "Be bold!" and everywhere - "Be bold; Be not too bold!" Yet better… — 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
Men should soon make up their minds to be forgotten, and look about them, or within them, for some higher motive in… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Care Copy Share Image
Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Darkness Copy Share Image
To be seventy years old is like climbing the Alps. You reach a snow-crowned summit, and see behind you the deep valley… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Age Copy Share Image
I am never indifferent, and never pretend to be, to what people say or think of my books. They are my children,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Book Copy Share Image
With many readers, brilliancy of style passes for affluence of thought; they mistake buttercups in the grass for immeasurable gold mines under… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Affluence Copy Share Image
Time has laid his hand Upon my heart, gently, not smiting it, But as a harper lays his open palm Upon his… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Our ingress into the world Was naked and bare; Our progress through the world Is trouble and care. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
If a woman shows too often the Medusa's head, she must not be astonished if her lover is turned into stone. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Trouble is the next best thing to enjoyment; there is no fate in the world so horrible as to have no share… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Enjoyment Copy Share Image
How can I tell the signals and the signs By which one heart another heart divines? How can I tell the many… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
No one is so accursed by fate, no one so utterly desolate, but some heart though unknown responds unto his own. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Youth comes but once a life time. Perhaps, but it remains strong in many for their entire lives. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Entire lives Copy Share Image
There is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And, with his sickle keen, He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Breaths Copy Share Image
The smoking flax before it burst to flame Was quenched by death, and broken the bruised reed. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The country is lyric, the town dramatic. When mingled, they make the most perfect musical drama. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Country 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 Change Copy Share Image
The true poet is a friendly man. He takes to his arms even cold and inanimate things, and rejoices in his heart. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Sweet April! many a thought Is wedded unto thee, as hearts are wed; Nor shall they fail, till, to its autumn brought,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow April Copy Share Image
Then fell upon the house a sudden gloom, a shadow on those features fair and thin. And softly, from the hushed and… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Angel Copy Share Image
Sculpture is more than painting. It is greater To raise the dead to life than to create Phantoms that seem to live. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Artist Copy Share Image
I am weary of your quarrels, Weary of your wars and bloodshed, Weary of your prayers for vengeance, Of your wranglings and… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Bloodshed Copy Share Image
Many have genius, but, wanting art, are forever dumb. The two must go together to form the great poet, painter, or sculptor. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Art Copy Share Image
“ Fair was she and young, when in hope began the long journey; Faded was she and old, when in disappointment it ended.” — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Heart Copy Share Image
Stars of earth, these golden flowers; emblems of our own great resurrection; emblems of the bright and better land. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Astronomy Copy Share Image
If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it; every arrow that flies feels the attraction of earth. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Adversity Copy Share Image
Stay, stay at home, my heart and rest; Home-keeping hearts are the happiest, For those that wander they know not where Are… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Care Copy Share Image
Your education begins where what is called your education is over. Your fate is but the common lot of all. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
