Death Quotes by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Death is better than disease.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The young may die, but the old must!

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I stay a little longer, as one stays, to cover up the embers that still burn.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The air is full of farewells to the dying. And mournings for the dead.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The smoking flax before it burst to flame Was quenched by death, and broken the bruised reed.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

From dust thou art to dust returneth, was not spoken of the soul.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The grave itself is but a covered bridge, Leading from light to light, through a brief darkness!

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

When a great man dies, for years the light he leaves behind him, lies on the paths of men.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

And as she looked around, she saw how Death the consoler, Laying his hand upon many a heart, had healed it forever.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

He spake well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Death is the chillness that precedes the dawn; We shudder for a moment, then awake In the broad sunshine of the other…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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

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

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…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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

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

Take them, O Death! and bear away Whatever thou canst call thine own! Thine image, stamped upon this clay, Doth give thee…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The course of my long life hath reached at last in fragile bark over a tempestuous sea the common harbor, where must…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Even He that died for us upon the cross, in the last hour, in the unutterable agony of death, was mindful of…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

“Yes, Death brings us again to our friends. They are waiting for us, and we shall not long delay. They have gone…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Quotes about Life Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers,…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The warriors that fought for their country, and bled, Have sunk to their rest; the damp earth is their bed; No stone…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

“Tell me not in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Such was the wreck of the Hesperus, In the midnight and the snow! Christ save us all from a death like this,…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

There is no flock, however watched and tended, but one dead lamb is there! There is no fireside howsoe'er defended, but has…

— Henry Wadsworth Longfellow