The first pressure of sorrow crushes out from our hearts the best wine; afterwards the constant weight of it brings forth bitterness,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
I feel a kind of reverence for the first books of young authors. There is so much aspiration in them, so much… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
At first laying down, as a fact fundamental, That nothing with God can be accidental. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Truths that startled the generation in which they were first announced become in the next age the commonplaces of conversation; as the… — 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
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
Three silences there are: the first of speech, the second of desire, the third of thought. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Perhaps there lives some dreamy boy, untaught In schools, some graduate of the field or street, Who shall become a master of… — 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
So disasters come not singly; But as if they watched and waited, Scanning one another's motions, When the first descends, the others… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
A solid man of Boston; A comfortable man with dividends, And the first salmon and the first green peas. — 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
