All was ended now, the hope, and the fear and the sorrow, All the aching of the heart, the restless, unsatisfied longing,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Well I know the secret places, And the nests in hedge and tree; At what doors are friendly faces, In what hearts… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Let us labor for an inward stillness-- An inward stillness and an inward healing. That perfect silence where the lips and heart… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
How in the turmoil of life can love stand, Where there is not one heart, and one mouth and one hand. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
What heart has not acknowledged the influence of this hour, the sweet and soothing hour of twilight, the hour of love, the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Time has laid his hand Upon my heart, gently, not smiting it, But as a harper lays his open palm Upon his… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The true poet is a friendly man. He takes to his arms even cold and inanimate things, and rejoices in his heart. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
How wonderful is the human voice! It is indeed the organ of the soul. The intellect of man is enthroned visibly on… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Fear is the virtue of slaves; but the heart that loveth is willing. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“Still stands the forest primeval; but far away from its shadow, Side by side, in their nameless graves, the lovers are sleeping.… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
I do not believe anyone can be perfectly well, who has a brain and a heart — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Therefore trust to thy heart, and to what the world calls illusions. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
As the heart is, so is love to the heart. It partakes of its strength or weakness, its health or disease. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
When thou are not pleased, beloved, Then my heart is sad and darkened, As the shining river darkens When the clouds drop… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Where should the scholar live? In solitude, or in society? in the green stillness of the country, where he can hear the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
I have you fast in my fortress, And will not let you depart, But put you down into the dungeon, In the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Ah me! what wonder-working, occult science Can from the ashes in our hearts once more The rose of youth restore? What craft… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Trust no future, however pleasant! Let the dead past bury its dead! Act -- act in the living Present! Heart within and… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
More hearts are breaking in this world of ours Than one would say. In distant villages And solitudes remote, where winds have… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
What child has a heart to sing in this capricious clime of ours, when spring comes sailing in from the sea, with… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Go forth to meet the shadowy future without fear and with a manly heart. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The little I have seen of the world teaches me to look upon the errors of others in sorrow, not in anger.… — 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
