Midnight! the outpost of advancing day! The frontier town and citadel of night! — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Success is not something to wait for, it is something to work for. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Classroom Copy Share Image
Love makes its record in deeper colors as we grow out of childhood into manhood. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Childhood Copy Share Image
And the wind plays on those great sonorous harps, the shrouds and masts of ships. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The air is full of farewells to the dying. And mournings for the dead. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The rapture of pursuing is the prize the vanquished gain. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Prize Copy Share Image
Chill air and wintry winds! My ear has grown familiar with your song; I hear it in the opening year, I listen,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Thus at the flaming forge of life Our fortunes must be wrought; Thus on its sounding anvil shaped Each burning deed and… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The emigrant's way o'er the western desert is mark'd by Camp-fires long consum'd and bones that bleach in the sunshine. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
O thou sculptor, painter, poet! Take this lesson to thy heart: That is best which lieth nearest; Shape from that thy work… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Art Copy Share Image
How beautiful is youth! how bright it gleams with its illusions, aspirations, dreams! Book of Beginnings, Story without End, Each maid a… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Aspiration Copy Share Image
The Laws of Nature are just, but terrible. There is no weak mercy in them. Cause and consequence are inseparable and inevitable. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Intelligence and courtesy not always are combined; Often in a wooden house a golden room we find. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Courtesy Copy Share Image
The heights by great men reached and kept were not attained by sudden flight, but they, while their companions slept, were toiling… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Time rides with the old At a great pace. As travellers on swift steeds See the near landscape fly and flow behind… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Age Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
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 Breaths Copy Share Image
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 Bird Copy Share Image
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 Ambition Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
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 Age 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 Tide Rises, The Tide Falls The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; Along the sea-sands… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Darkness Copy Share Image
“And he saw a youth approaching, Dressed in garments green and yellow, Coming through the purple twilight, Through the splendor of the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Prayer Copy Share Image
This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Accents Copy Share Image
Perhaps the chief cause which has retarded the progress of poetry in America, is the want of that exclusive cultivation, which so… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow America Copy Share Image
“With favoring winds, o'er sunlit seas, We sailed for the Hesperides, The land where golden apples grow; But that, ah! that was… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Long ago Copy Share Image
The Laws of Nature are just, but terrible. There is no weak mercy in them. Cause and consequence are inseparable and inevitable.… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
How absolute and omnipotent is the silence of night! And yet the stillness seems almost audible! From all the measureless depths of… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Absolutes Copy Share Image
