Thy fate is the common fate of all; Into each life some rain must fall. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
No one is so accursed by fate, no one so utterly desolate, but some heart though unknown responds unto his own. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Trouble is the next best thing to enjoyment; there is no fate in the world so horrible as to have no share… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Be still, sad heart, and cease repining; Behind the clouds the sun is shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all,… — 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 Copy Share Image
Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; Thy fate is the common fate of… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Your education begins where what is called your education is over. Your fate is but the common lot of all. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
A millstone and the human heart are driven ever round, If they have nothing else to grind, they must themselves be ground. — 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
All are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time; Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
...for it is the fate of a woman Long to be patient and silent, to wait like a ghost that is speechless,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
That was the first sound in the song of love! Scarce more than silence is, and yet a sound. Hands of invisible… — 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
