Give what you have. To some one, it may be better than you dare to think. — 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
Great is the art of beginning, but greater is the art of ending. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The talent of success is nothing more than doing what you can do, well. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Ah, to build, to build! That is the noblest of all the arts. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
When one is truly in love, one not only says it, but shows it. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Dead he is not, but departed, for the artist never dies. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Glorious indeed is the world of God around us, but more glorious the world of God within us. — 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
All was silent as before - All silent save the dripping rain. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
And when the echoes had ceased, like a sense of pain was the silence. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
No literature is complete until the language it was written in is dead. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Dreams or illusions, call them what you will, they lift us from the commonplace of life to better things. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Often times we call a man [or woman] cold when he [or she] is only sad. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Listen my children and you shall hear, Of the midnight ride of Paul Revere — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
I love an author the more for having been himself a lover of books. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Midnight! the outpost of advancing day! The frontier town and citadel of night! — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The Nile, forever new and old, Among the living and the dead, Its mighty, mystic stream has rolled. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Everyone says that forgiveness is a lovely idea until he has something to forgive. — 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
Each morning sees some task begin, each evening sees it close. — 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
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