I shot an arrow into the air, it fell to earth, I knew not where. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
An angel visited the green earth, and took a flower away. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
They who live in history only seemed to walk the earth again. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
For hate is strong, And mocks the song Of peace on earth, good-will to men! — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
There is no light in earth or heaven but the cold light of stars; and the first watch of night is given… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
God is not dead; nor doth He sleep; ... The wrong shall fail, The right prevail, With peace on earth, good will… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Prayer is innocence's friend; and willingly flieth incessant 'twist the earth and the sky, the carrier-pigeon of heaven. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Stars of earth, these golden flowers; emblems of our own great resurrection; emblems of the bright and better land. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow 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 Copy Share Image
Men of genius are often dull and inert in society; as the blazing meteor, when it descends to earth, is only a… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
They, the holy ones and weakly, Who the cross of suffering bore, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
But ah! what once has been shall be no more! The groaning earth in travail and in pain Brings forth its races,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Oh, how beautiful is the summer night, which is not night, but a sunless, yet unclouded, day, descending upon earth with dews… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Sculpture is more divine, and more like Nature, That fashions all her works in high relief, And that is Sculpture. This vast… — 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
Spake full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
And in despair I bowed my head; "There is no peace on earth," I said; "For hate is strong, And mocks the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The sentence of the first murderer was pronounced by the Supreme Judge of the universe. Was it death? No, it was life.… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
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 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 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 Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
In the life of every man there are sudden transitions of feeling, which seem almost miraculous. At once, as if some magician… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
For 'tis sweet to stammer one letter Of the Eternal's language; - on earth it is called Forgiveness! — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
God sent his Singers upon earth With songs of sadness and of mirth, That they might touch the hearts of men, And… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
“ 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 Copy Share Image
There's nothing fair nor beautiful, but takes Something from thee, that makes it beautiful. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Fame comes only when deserved, and then is as inevitable as destiny, for it is destiny. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
“ 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 Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
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 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 doth attain,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
