“Tell me not in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
A life that is worth writing at all is worth writing minutely. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Does not all the blood within me Leap to meet thee, leap to meet thee, As the springs to meet the sunshine. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Be still, sad heart, and cease repining; Behind the clouds the sun is shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all,… — 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
Love makes its record in deeper colors as we grow out of childhood into manhood; as the Emperors signed their names in… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The course of my long life hath reached at last in fragile bark over a tempestuous sea the common harbor, where must… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
“Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sand… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
If we could read the secret history of our enemies we should find in each man's life sorrow and suffering enough to… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The shadows of the mind are like those of the body. In the morning of life they all lie behind us; at… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
O thou child of many prayers! Life hath quicksands, Life hath snares! Care and age come unawares! — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
How can I tell the signals and the signs By which one heart another heart divines? How can I tell the many… — 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
Love is sunshine, hate is shadow, Life is checkered shade and sunshine. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The life of a man consists not in seeing visions and in dreaming dreams, but in active charity and in willing service. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
To say the least, a town life makes one more tolerant and liberal in one's judgment of others. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; Thy fate is the common fate of… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The setting of a great hope is like the setting of the sun. The brightness of our life is gone. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
It has done me good to be somewhat parched by the heat and drenched by the rain of life. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Alas! it is not till time, with reckless hand, has torn out half the leaves from the Book of Human Life to… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
I venerate old age; and I love not the man who can look without emotion upon the sunset of life, when 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
