He had mittens, Minjekahwun, Magic mittens made of deer-skin; When upon his hands he wore them, He could smite the rocks asunder,… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Perhaps the chief cause which has retarded the progress of poetry in America, is the want of that exclusive cultivation, which so… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Some must follow and some command, through all are made oclay. — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Doubtless criticism was originally benignant, pointing out the beauties of a work rather that its defects. The passions of men have made… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Patience; accomplish thy labor; accomplish thy work of affection! Sorrow and silence are strong, and patient endurance is godlike. Therefore accomplish thy… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Decide not rashly. The decision made Can never be recalled. The gods implore not, Plead not, solicit not; they only offer Choice… — 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
Love is the root of creation; God's essence; worlds without number Lie in his bosom like children; he made them for this… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
The tragic element in poetry is like Saturn in alchemy, the Malevolent, the Destroyer of Nature ; but without it no… — Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Copy Share Image
Not chance of birth or place has made us friends, Being oftentimes of different tongues and nations, But the endeavor for 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
