Behinds Quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The spring came suddenly, bursting upon the world as a child bursts into a room, with a laugh and a shout and hands full…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

In old age our bodies are worn-out instruments, on which the soul tries in vain to play the melodies of youth. But because the…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

“ Endymion The rising moon has hid the stars; Her level rays, like golden bars, Lie on the landscape green, With shadows brown between.…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

There's nothing fair nor beautiful, but takes Something from thee, that makes it beautiful.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Fame comes only when deserved, and then is as inevitable as destiny, for it is destiny.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Nature paints not; In oils, but frescoes the great dome of heaven; With sunsets, and the lovely forms of clouds; And flying vapors.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

“  Thus dwelt together in love these simple Acadian farmers,—   Dwelt in the love of God and of man. Alike were they free from   Fear,…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The trees are white with dust, that o'er their sleep Wave their broad curtains in the south-wind's breath, While underneath such leafy tents they…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Heights by great men reached and kept were not obtained by sudden flight but, while their companions slept, they were toiling upward in the…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

All things come round to him who will but wait.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Ah, how skillful grows the hand That obeyeth Love's command! It is the heart, and not the brain, That to the highest doth attain,…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Thus departed Hiawatha, Hiawatha the Beloved, In the glory of the sunset, In the purple mists of evening, To the regions of the home-wind,…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Books are sepulchres of thought.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Morality without religion is only a kind of dead reckoning - an endeavor to find our place on a cloudy sea by measuring the…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Buried was the bloody hatchet; Buried was the dreadful war-club; Buried were all warlike weapons, And the war-cry was forgotten. Then was peace among…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow