Ah, how skillful grows the hand That obeyeth Love's command! It is the heart, and not the brain, That to the highest… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The holiest of holidays are those kept by ourselves in silence and apart; The secret anniversaries of the heart. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The life of woman is full of woe, Toiling on and on and on, With breaking heart, and tearful eyes, The secret… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The poor too often turn away unheard, From hearts that shut against them with a sound That will be heard in heaven. — 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 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
Look not mournfully into the past, it comes not back again. Wisely improve the present, it is thine. Go forth to meet… — 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
Ah, Nothing is too late, till the tired heart shall cease to palpitate. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
See yonder fire! It is the moon slow rising o'er the eastern hill. It glimmers on the forest tips, and through the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
My soul is full of longing for the secret of the sea, and the heart of the great ocean sends a thrilling… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The heart, like the mind, has a memory. And in it are kept the most precious keepsakes. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
A sermon is no sermon in which I cannot hear the heartbeat. — 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
Talk not of wasted affection, affection never was wasted; If it enrich not the heart of another, its waters, returning Back to… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
What discord we should bring into the universe if our prayers were all answered. Then we should govern the world and not… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
It is the heart and not the brain, That to the highest doth attain. — 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
“There are moments in life, when the heart is so full of emotion that if by chance it be shaken, or into… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart, As showers from the clouds of summer, Or tears from the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Our hearts, our hopes, our prayers, our tears, our faith triumphant o’er our fears, are all with thee – are all with… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The hearts of some women tremble like leaves at every breath of love which reaches them, and they are still again. Others,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
For bells are the voice of the church; They have tones that touch and search The hearts of young and old. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
There are things of which I may not speak; There are dreams that cannot die; There are thoughts that make the strong… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Kind hearts are the gardens, Kind thoughts are the roots, Kind words are the flowers, Kind deeds are the fruits, Take care… — 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
