And when the echoes had ceased, like a sense of pain was the silence. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The sunshine fails, the shadows grow more dreary, And I am near to fall, infirm and weary. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Age Copy Share Image
All things must change To something new, to something strange. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Change Copy Share Image
Three silences there are: the first of speech, the second of desire, the third of thought. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Aging Copy Share Image
When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
If you would hit the mark, you must aim a little above it. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
All sense of hearing and of sight enfold in the serene delight and quietude of sleep. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Delight Copy Share Image
Ah, how skillful grows the hand That obeyeth Love. - — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Discovery of love Copy Share Image
The Nile, forever new and old, Among the living and the dead, Its mighty, mystic stream has rolled. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Love contending with friendship, and self with each generous impulse. To and fro in his breast his thoughts were heaving and dashing,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Critics are sentinels in the grand army of letters, stationed at the corners of newspapers and reviews, to challenge every new author. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Army Copy Share Image
A single conversation across the table with a wise man is better than ten years mere study of books. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Books Copy Share Image
I heard the bells on Christmas Day Their old, familiar carols play, And wild and sweet The words repeat Of peace on… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Bells Copy Share Image
Saint Augustine! well hast thou said, That of our vices we can frame A ladder, if we will but tread Beneath our… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Augustine Copy Share Image
Under a spreading chestnut-tree The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighty man is he, With large and sinewy hands; And the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
All that is best in the great poets of all countries is not what is national in them, but what is universal. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Country Copy Share Image
The foods that prolong life and increase purity, vigour, health, cheerfulness, and happiness are those that are delicious, soothing, substantial and agreeable...… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Sweet as the tender fragrance that survives, When martyred flowers breathe out their little lives, Sweet as a song that once consoled… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
O lovely river of Yvette! O darling river! like a bride, Some dimpled, bashful, fair Lisette Thou goest to wed the Orge's… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Weak minds make treaties with the passions they cannot overcome, and try to purchase happiness at the expense of principle; but the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
O ye dead Poets, who are living still Immortal in your verse, though life be fled, And ye, O living Poets, who… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Anguish Copy Share Image
The everyday cares and duties, which men call drudgery, are the weights and counterpoises of the clock of time, giving its pendulum… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Care Copy Share Image
Kind hearts are the gardens, Kind thoughts are the roots, Kind words are the flowers, Kind deeds are the fruits, Take care… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Care Copy Share Image
O little feet! that such long years Must wander on through hopes and fears, Must ache and bleed beneath your load; I,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
