Noble souls, through dust and heat, rise from disaster and defeat the stronger. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Defeat Copy Share Image
Give what you have to somebody, it may be better than you think. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
And the bright faces of my young companions Are wrinkled like my own, or are no more. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Age Copy Share Image
Everyone says that forgiveness is a lovely idea until he has something to forgive. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Sunday is the golden clasp that binds together the volume of the week. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
When Christ ascended Triumphantly from star to star He left the gates of Heaven ajar. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Christ Copy Share Image
Ah, Nothing is too late, till the tired heart shall cease to palpitate. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Heart Copy Share Image
I like that ancient Saxon phrase, which calls, The burial-ground God's-Acre. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Gorgeous flowerets in the sunlight shining, Blossoms flaunting in the eye of day, Tremulous leaves, with soft and silver lining, Buds that… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Beauty Copy Share Image
Buried was the bloody hatchet; Buried was the dreadful war-club; Buried were all warlike weapons, And the war-cry was forgotten. Then was… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Then followed that beautiful season... Summer… Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape Lay as if… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Sail on ship of state, sail on, I union, strong and great! Humanity with all its fears, with all its hopes of… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Destiny Copy Share Image
Southward with fleet of ice Sailed the corsair Death; Wild and fast blew the blast, And the east-wind was his breath. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Whenever nature leaves a hole in a person's mind, she generally plasters it over with a thick coat of self-conceit. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Identity Copy Share Image
There is no death! What seems so is transition; this life of mortal breath is but a suburb of the life elysian,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Breaths Copy Share Image
Well I know the secret places, And the nests in hedge and tree; At what doors are friendly faces, In what hearts… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Ah, how skillful grows the hand That obeyeth Love's command! It is the heart, and not the brain, That to the highest… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Brain Copy Share Image
Then from the neighboring thicket the mocking-bird, wildest of singers, Swinging aloft on a willow spray that hung o'er the water, Shook… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The morrow was a bright September morn; The earth was beautiful as if newborn; There was nameless splendor everywhere, That wild exhilaration… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Kind messages, that pass from land to land; Kind letters, that betray the heart's deep history, In which we feel the pressure… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
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 Accidents Copy Share Image
I promise myself great pleasure from my visit to England. You know I am to stay with Dickens while in London; and… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Sail forth into the sea of life, O gentle, loving, trusting wife, And safe from all adversity Upon the bosom of that… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Adversity Copy Share Image
Morality without religion is only a kind of dead reckoning - an endeavor to find our place on a cloudy sea by… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Character Copy Share Image
In the lives of the saddest of us, there are bright days like this, when we feel as if we could take… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Let us labor for an inward stillness-- An inward stillness and an inward healing. That perfect silence where the lips and heart… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Healing Copy Share Image
I shot an arrow into the air, It fell to earth, I knew not where; For, so swiftly it flew, the sight… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary; The vine still clings to the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
To-day, to-morrow, every day, to thousands the end of the world is close at hand. And why should we fear it? We… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Cathedrals Copy Share Image
“Snow-flakes By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Out of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Flower Copy Share Image
“The Children's Hour Between the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Castle Copy Share Image
