In the lives of the saddest of us, there are bright days like this, when we feel as if we could take… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
How absolute and omnipotent is the silence of night! And yet the stillness seems almost audible! From all the measureless depths of… — 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
I saw the long line of the vacant shore, The sea-weed and the shells upon the sand, And the brown rocks left… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
If you once understand an author's character, the comprehension of his writings becomes easy. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Is this is a dream? O, if it be a dream, Let me sleep on, and do not wake me yet! — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
There are two angels that attend unseen Each one of us, and in great books record Our good and evil deeds. He… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
One, if by land, and two, if by sea; And I on the opposite shore will be, Ready to ride and spread… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
So Nature deals with us, and takes away Our playthings one by one, and by the hand Leads us to rest so… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Happy art thou, as if every day thou hadst picked up a horseshoe. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
A spirit of criticism, if indulged in, leads to a censoriousness of disposition that is destructive of all nobler feeling. The man… — 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
If spring came but once a century instead of once a year, or burst forth with the sound of an earthquake and… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
O, though oft oppressed and lonely, All my fears are laid aside, If I but remember only Such as these have lived… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The Laws of Nature are just, but terrible. There is no weak mercy in them. Cause and consequence are inseparable and inevitable.… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Many people do not allow their principles to take root, but pull them up every now and then, as children do the… — 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
