The mind of the scholar, if you would have it large and liberal, should come in contact with other minds. It is… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
If I am not worth the wooing, I surely am not worth the winning! — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Truly, this world can go on without us, if we would but think so. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The pleasant books, that silently among Our household treasures take familiar places, And are to us as if a living tongue Spake… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
If the great Captain of Plymouth is so very eager to wed me, Why does he not come himself, and take the… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
If we love one another, nothing, in truth, can harm us, whatever mischances may happen. — 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
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
Fame grows like a tree if it have the principle of growth in it; the accumulated dews of ages freshen its leaves. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
O ye dead Poets, who are living still Immortal in your verse, though life be fled, And ye, O living Poets, who… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Saint Augustine! well hast thou said, That of our vices we can frame A ladder, if we will but tread Beneath our… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
If the mind, that rules the body, ever so far forgets itself as to trample on its slave, the slave is never… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
If a woman shows too often the Medusa's head, she must not be astonished if her lover is turned into stone. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Some critics are like chimney-sweepers; they put out the fire below, and frighten the swallows from their nests above; they scrape a… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Sweet is the air with the budding haws, and the valley stretching for miles below Is white with blossoming cherry-trees, as if… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
What discord should we bring into the universe if our prayers were all answered! Then we should govern the world, and not… — 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
Each day is a branch of the Tree of Life laden heavily with fruit. If we lie down lazily beneath it, we… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Don Quixote thought he could have made beautiful bird-cages and toothpicks if his brain had not been so full of ideas of… — 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
Nor deem the irrevocable Past As wholly wasted, wholly vain, If, rising on its wrecks, at last To something nobler we attain. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
As a fond mother, when the day is o'er, Leads by the hand her little child to bed, Half willing, half reluctant… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Ah, how wonderful is the advent of the Spring!—the great annual miracle.... which no force can stay, no violence restrain, like love,… — 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
